Today we went to a Polynesian show. I looooove the drums, and playing with fire, and little boys with long hair.
It’s decided: I’m gonna let our boys’ hairs grow and I’ll let them play with fire. Except the hair part might take a little longer since they’re still pretty bald.
On a side note, they’re such “good helpers”. Both run to the dishwasher at the first utensils clinking sound and immediate start unloading it. Or, in some cases, they’ll climb onto the open door while the other tries to pull the top rack out. So sweet. Lol.
