That kid of mine....
We were sitting in church on Sunday and I had Max on my lap. He began rubbing the top of my hair then took his hand around the back to my ponytail. I whispered to him, "You want to touch my pony tail" and turned my head slightly so he could grab it. He then looked at me and said, "its pretty" and continued stroking my hair. That kid of mine, so sweet! I love him to pieces!