The other day, we were riding in the car and Noah says to me, "Mama. My hair is old. I need a haircut!" So funny! It was getting a little long so the next day, we went and got a hair cut. He LOVES to look at himself in the mirror while his hair is getting cut. I always tell the stylist that so it will make the haircut go smoothly. Anytime he's not sitting like he's supposed to, I say, "Remember, he likes to see himself." Then he'll sit very still! The lady even clipped his ear a little this time! He just looked at me like, "She's hurting me!" He didn't say a word. When I looked at it, it actually bled a tiny bit. He did great to still let her cut his hair! I'd be like, "Don't even think about getting near me again!"
Also, last night, we were in the truck picking up Taco Cabana fajitas. Noah asked for some coffee. (Ricky drinks coffee every day and Noah usually pretends whatever cup he has is coffee, too.) I gave him his drink, and rejected it, saying it wasn't coffee. I told him they didn't have coffee. He points across the street, and asks, "Doesn't Starbucks have coffee???" Oh, my! He sure does keep us in stitches. (No, he didn't get any coffee.)
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