The Boy: I spy something white.
Me: Can you be more specific?
The Boy: It's on you body.
Me: My shirt?
The Boy: Nope! Guess again.
Me: my socks?
The Boy: Nope! Keeping trying.
Me: What?! There is nothing else white on me.
The Boy: *squealing gleefully* Your hair! I spy your white hair! You know, the white hair under the black.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
observations of a five year old...
... nothing like a typical game of "I Spy" with my son to keep vanity in check.
Posted by The Crescat