He was Supposed to be Eating Breakfast…

It was after 8 on Friday morning.  Wildman had not touched a bite of his breakfast, he was not dressed and we had to leave for preschool in less than half an hour.  He was no where to be found.  I called and called for him to come eat but got no response.

At times like these he can usually be found chatting with J while J is in the shower.  As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, ready to do some serious nagging, I found this:

He’d found his toy razor and a can of shaving cream that I was saving for an art project.  J was shaving and Wildman wanted to try it too.

How could I get mad at a face like this?

I let him finish up his shave then proceeded to hound him about eating his breakfast.  🙂