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. 🙂
Adventures of Four 