James got the worst haircut of all time yesterday. I swear I’d love to put a bag over that boy’s head till it grows out. Anyway, it ended in us having yelling match in a parking lot at White Rock beach. We always get sidetracked onto arguments about the argument. In his corner, there was “I was upset about the haircut and needed a hug, not someone telling me what I did wrong,” and in mine, “you haven’t got a leg to stand on because you KNEW it was a crappy haircut place, I mean come on, they charge $10, and second when the guy asked if you liked it you said YES, and also this is about the fourth time that this is happened so you ought to know better by now.”
Anyway, we’re fine now and I had some Jamesisms to post from this morning when we were snuggling.
I curled up in a ball and rolled over so he could snuggle me.
“Oh!” in a pleasantly surprised voice. “Egg! Hello egg girl. But make sure you don’t break and let out your delicious yolk everywhere.”
“My what yolk?”
“Delicious.”
“How would you know if yolks are delicious? Have you been eating other eggs?”
“uhh…. I’ve heard.”
“Well I’m getting tired of being in a shell actually.”
“Oh? you want to be born? Okay you can hatch now.”
At one point he also commented that I was hot like a fig.
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