Brennan: "I had a party Momma. With my hair. In my room. While I was sleeping."
Me: "Really? Was I invited to the party?"
Brennan: "Nope. Just me. My hair. My friends from school."
Must have been quite a party. I'm glad I wasn't drinking that Kool-Aid:
P.S. There are many firsts I want to remember in my children's lives. Today, we all witnessed a momentous first. Griffin had his very first french fry. Welcome to the beauty of fried food, little one. I know it felt good to gum the hell out of that french fry on your swollen, teething gums. Enjoy being the third child - who gets a french fry before eight months, while your older brothers had to wait forever and ever so I could torture them with nutritious foods. Next month, you may get your own Happy Meal.
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