About six years ago, C would call out to me from his room every night around 2 am. I would get up, straggle into his room and try to put him back to sleep. He would cradle my face in his arms and eventually fall asleep.
One night although C called for me, the husband decided to give me a break and went in instead. C reached for the face again, felt the day-old stubble, promptly pulled his arms back and called for me again. Louder and close to tears this time.
We recounted this episode to a friend who let out a loud guffaw and said, "It's a good thing he didn't say 'Mom, you need a shave!'"
Memory brought on by this post.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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8 comments:
Mom you need a shave !!
What an idea ji !?!
Enjoyed the post. And what a title !
:)
Ha ha, 'Mom, you need a shave' takes the cake AND the bakery.
hee hee....well my moustache certainly needs dealing with-AGAIN.
ok i've entered this comment three times, last time am trying.
lol! just the kind of friend one needs around to make the insanity of parenting seem a little more do-able!
So cute! I think they do figure one way or the other thx to pheromones...my guess:)
Kavi, Siri, :)
Ra, those words are irritating sometimes. Thanks for trying. :)
NM, have a few that keep us on the straight and narrow. :)
N'ville Mom, yup, i can think of a few situations where the hair has not been an issue but still the kids can figure out who it is.
Very appropriate title!!
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