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.
Love me some Mackie-boy.