Me: Cade it's time to say your prayers, so we need to fold your arms, close your eyes, and bow your head (I bow my head).
Cade: (grabbing the top of my head) Daddy, your head is cracking!
Me: What?
Cade: (with his "oopsie, what are we gonna do?" face) Your head is cracking!
Me: My head is cracking? What do you mean my head is cracking?
Cade: (Using his hands to pull apart his hair on the crown of his head-see picture below) Like this!
Cade: I need a new daddy.
Me: You need a new daddy? Why do you need a new daddy?
Cade: Your head is cracking. I need a new daddy to play with me.
So I have been aware, for sometime, that the hair on my head is escaping me-and I'm actually quite alright about it. However, I was not aware that it make me a defective playmate. I guess it's time to look into some Rogaine! Thanks for the insight Cade!
3 comments:
LOVE it! :)
Ha Ha, thats too funny!!! I love that little guy, he is so much fun! I'm sorry about your "cracking head", you may need to fix that! At least for Cades sake. We wouldn't want him to have to find a new daddy.
You know he is so smart, and kids well they say it like it is! Lol! I'm not sure exactly what it was that you offered to make Tristin finally cut his hair but it worked. So on that note, I'm sure you'll be able to win your super dad position back with Cade. The training school church full of mentally hanicapped has one lady who teaches every week in sunday school that Jesus loves people who live in big houses, in trailer houses even those who live at the developmental center. Jesus loves those with brown hair, with black hair, with long hair, he even loves those like Bro. Hammond with no hair at all.
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