Let me introduce you to my friend "Milkweed", Milkweed until 2 weeks ago had very long, very blond, very wispy hair, hence the name. His father finally had enough and took him for his big boy haircut, we approve, but his nickname stands. Milkweed's grandmother owns a business a few doors down and we get to visit with him quite often. This morning when I stopped in for another cup of coffee, his mom Heidi wanted me to notice he still had his shoes on, he had told her earlier "when Lela (when he was a baby he could not say Leisa) gets here, I'm going with her. "

I would like to think it is my magnetic personality, but truly it is all the sparkly lights and thoughts of Santa that excite him.


What do you think?