I sent my son to children’s church during the first service this morning wearing a red sweater and nice khaki pants.  When I picked him up, the entire knee of his pants were missing. Me:  Honey, what happened to your pants? Mr. SP:  Huh?  My pants? Me:  Sweetie, there’s a…

The Banana loves big girl braids, and asks for them all the time.  Here they are, messy, at the end of the day after a nap.  They’re eensy weensy tiny little braids, but they make her feel special, and I think they make her look Norwegian.