Mack is a funny boy. It is no secret that I have big hair. It is also not a secret that my teeth are large as well. 🙂 I think Mack has it figured out. For a while he has seemed intrigued with my hair. He touches it. It started off with him telling me that he liked my hair. Now he tells me I have big, curly hair. Last night he told me something about my hair going good night, as if it were a separate entity from myself. ?! And the past few days, he will pause and look at me when we are face to face (like when I am pulling up his pants or wiping his dirty mouth) and say, “You have pretty teeth, Mama.” I think we’re moving in the direction of, “Mama, your teeth are big.” I don’t know what he thinks all the time, but he sure does crack me up.
I found this picture from a few weeks back when it was warmer outside. He seems to be wanting this little Cabbage Patch Doll to give up some important information. He’s trying to drown her, it seems! And, no, that is not a speedo he is in, those are his undies.
Love me some Mackie-boy.