I'm at that post pregnancy stage where not only am I still a chunk, but my hair is falling out by the truckload. It's annoying for the whole family, as they frequently find themselves entangled in a mass of hair.
Tonight Lucas was in the bathtub and I had just explained to him why my hair was falling out. He said, "But Mom, we don't want you to look like Daddy!" It's true, Lucas, I definitely don't want to look like Daddy. No offense, Daddy.
The other night we had some boys whose wives were out of town over for dinner. Scott was kind enough to bring a bowl of jiggly red jello - every kid's dream. Lucas said, "This jello tickles my body!" I think that's a good thing. Good work, Scott!
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