Last night I picked Tate up from daycare...we got in the car and he took his hat off. His hair was sticking up and.....
Me: I like your hair
DS: You cant say that.
Me: Yes, I can. I like your hair. Hopefully you get Mommy's hair and not daddy's
DS: Daddy doesnt have hair. We will have to get him some.
Me: Where should we get him hair from (at this point I thought he would say Fred Meyer, our grocery store)
DS: The Pet Store.