Andrew was born a hairy little fella. He was born with swirls of hair on his back and shoulders, and no matter how much everyone told me that it would fall out...it did not. He was also born with a mullet, which was promptly chopped off at the ripe old age of 6 weeks old. I couldn't take it anymore.
Earlier this year, he came home from school and the following conversation took place:
Andrew: Mom, do I have man arms?
Me: Why do you ask? Because your muscles are so big?
Andrew: No. Allison (a classmate) told me I have man arms because they are so hairy....so, do I?
He does have hairy arms. He's my hairy little guy. And now I know why. Last night when we were driving home, he asked if he could have his window down so he could finish the ride home like this:
It all makes sense to me now. He's part dog. That's all there is to it.
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Him and Laina are destined for each other...she's STILL a dog. She's been a dog since last summer. I'm past worried and have now entered into the stage of acceptance.
I thought you might enjoy those pics. :) And why do I stay up until midnight replacing Tom's head for my own?? Oh the things I'll do for a laugh. I'm glad I can be a part of your day!!!
You can email me your email addy so i can add you to my blog list.
Sighhh... even though I heard through the grapevine that you think im some lunatic, and something about not having kids because google says so?
Google says im gay, so....
anyway.
drop me a line.
jokeronmars@aol.com
I am afraid to ask, does he self groom, too?
Looks like Jill's been talking to Jared and saying all kinds of prepostourous things to him.
And no. I don't know how to spell preposturous.
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