It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Please Don't Report Me
I swear I'm not beating my child, but this is what he looks like right now.
The chin is still a mystery. My best guess is that he did it when he fell off the chair. It looks WAY better than it did. He was so proud to show it off for me.
The forehead was done yesterday. He tripped and caught himself with his head on the pavement. He's still a little top heavy.The temple was from this morning when he lost to the corner of the table.