Ever since Quinn's glorious haircut, he has had has his dad's turtle cap welded to his head, and I have yet to catch a single glimpse of his freshly shorn locks. I've tried to sneak into his room a couple times to peek, but damn if that hat isn't tightly affixed. When I asserted my motherly right to peel it off last night, he bolted upright and pulled it back on, like a reflex, and then burrowed too far down in his blankets for me to chase after him.
Today I finally figured out what currency will buy me a gander at his head: An extended turn on his video game! I highly recommend this, once you've accepted that the Mother of the Year Award will never adorn your mantle.
I just love this kid so much, and am so happy and proud to be his mama, I have to show him off again, now that we can see all of him.
Is it any wonder why I'm so in love?