So, sometimes when we're rushing and Levi's hair is unruly, I'll grab a cup of water and his comb to get it under control. I inadvertently left said comb on the kitchen table one afternoon. Levi was in the highchair having a snack while I was cooking supper. I turned around and this is the face (and 'do) that greeted me. His hands? Oh, they were busy dipping his comb in his milk and combing his hair with it. Levi, WHAT are you doing? "Fixed hair Mamma." He's such a bugger!
