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Well, Ethan strikes again. I'm telling you, I love my middle child to pieces but he's the reason I'm now coloring my hair. I promise that sometimes I can physically feel my hair turning gray. He can open his mouth and I get these little twinges in my scalp. It's kind of weird. So, here's the last reason I'll be calling my hairdresser on Monday for my latest hair color interevention: I'm making dinner tonight and the big boys along with my husband are swarming in the kitchen as usual. We were passing out plates and Mike asked Ethan to pass it to the oldest. Ethan asked if Mike meant Trevor. Mike said, "Well of course. He's the oldest kid." My dear sweet little 5 year old said, "No Daddy. YOU'RE the oldest." Then he grins really big and says, "Oh yeah. I went there." Please pray for me. Can you imagine what that child will be like as a teenager?? I see a lot more Zoloft in my future. Hugs, Amanda |
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