Today’s best snippet of conversation
Amaiah and I in my bathroom discussing the merits of a hairbrush despite mommy’s strong belief in Amaiah’s self expression.
The word “ragamuffin” was used for the first time
Wyatt (our resident fortune teller and eavesdropper) chimes in from somewhere behind me
“Amaiah, if you go out looking like a ragamuffin no man is going to marry you.
You’ll be poor and have no house.
If an alligator comes up he will eat you because you have no protection (read: structural or human).
So you better comb your hair.”
And here I thought I had been modeling the definition of true beauty for my boy by walking around the house without make-up on.