I'm jumping into this whole blog thing (we'll see how I do).
So, I dropped little man off at mother's day out the other day and all was well and normal until... I heard one of the other little boys crying. When I looked in the room what did I see??? My precious son pulling him over, maybe he was trying to stand up, BUT STILL!!! YIKES! SO the teacher moved my little guy and sat him next to a pretty, little girl (with a head FULL of curly black hair)... yep you guessed it, he got himself two huge handfuls of that sweet things hair, which of course, sent her into a fit of crocodile tears. Oh? What did I do, you ask???
Walked away :)