He Cares

Some mornings are a little bit slower than others.

Recently, Mr. D reprimanded me as I tried to urge a final sartorial decision on him. "Sweetie, it's getting late. Please, just pick a shirt!" I begged.

"Mommy," he said with 6 year-old sternness as he considered his options one more time, "I care about what I look like."

Okay then.

Here's some more evidence of the young gentleman's personal grooming instincts. Because he certainly didn't learn about the care and feeding of a baby mohawk from us!

(Can't wait to see Grandpa and Nana.
Also looking forward to Wendy's pictures of Satch's party.)