The Charmer & The Honest One

Each morning, when my hair is disheveled, Ty runs his hands over my stranded mess and says, "Piddy hair, mommy." So sweet. Well, just now, I was putting the boys down for a nap. Here's what happened.

I'm make-up less and grungy, but once again, my charmer comes to the rescue.

Ty: "Piddy hair, Mommy," as he strokes my ponytail.

Me: "Thank you, Ty."

He beams.

Ty: "Piddy eyes, too, Mommy." He almost pokes me.

Robbie is listening from his bed.

Robbie: "Why does Ty think you have pretty eyes?"

Me: "Hmm?"

Robbie: "You're eyes are just . . .brown. They look black. They look like. . . animal eyes."

So now I know the truth. Three year olds are always great at letting us know what's really going on.