As I hunched over Noah's lap to clip his toenails, he pitched me a compliment. Rather, he pitched my new don't-tell-me-it's-snowing-again! hairdo a compliment. Today it's thrown up in a knotted type bun on top of my head.
Noah: I wike you hair, Mommy. It nice.
Me: You do? That's sweet - Thank you!
Noah: Yeah! Wook wike Mickey Mouse ears!
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Awww. I love his little mind.
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