popped into the bathroom while I showered this morning and asked if he could make himself a snack. "Of course," I said, "have a good snack." "Ok, thanks Mom," he said, "have a good shower." What a capable, sweet little person who stole my heart with his shower wishes.
has strawberry blonde hair and seagreen eyes and a lumberjack's appetite and nommable thighs and fierce independence and a love of being barefoot the likes of which I've never seen and roughed up toes.