While at breakfast with the boys at a diner on Fathers Day morning:

S7: "I Spy with my little eye something that is gray"

me and S5: "is it near? is it far? is it big? is it small? etc..." trying to guess.

Me: "OK, we give up. What is it?"

S7: (giggling loudly) "It's your hair!"

Me 42, W 39, S8, S6, S2
M 11y, A & ILYBNILWY 11/08
Walking away from a bad situation.

My Sitch

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