It began with him wanting 'product' in his hair while getting dressed-up for a wedding last weekend. Next came his private drawling journal, a shark-tooth necklace and a bandana.
This could only be followed with some serious widdeling and a scary looking knife.
Bring on a naked, headless mannequin at the Machine Shed and you have a hysterical 7-year-old boy.
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I came home and found this taped-up in his room.  Asc Prmihisin Bee For Entring Fum Ros. Clearly, cobwebs must be already forming in his brain since school ended. Yet, how I wish I could get a pressure canner, sanitize some Mason jars and preserve his innocence right now. I'd store it in my heart forever. |
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