Summer hair

I've been entertaining thoughts of chopping off my hair. Turns out, Scottie beat me to it. Michael and I were sitting at the table, finishing our lunch, when we heard a strange sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded like jewelry clinking. Michael ran in and encountered our little man, who said, "I was just cutting my hair, but now I'm done cutting my hair." This is what we're used to seeing:

This is the transformation that occurred today. In the first picture, you see what he did with it. The last picture shows the completed buzz cut.

When he went and looked in the mirror, "It looks like a different person! " I don't think he'll be complaining anymore about hair that is wiggly.

My boys discover homophones*

Yesterday I took the boys to the aquarium with the pre-school. On the train ride home we met a very nice lady named Linda who gave us some literature about her faith. I didn't notice that Ethan started reading it. She seemed a bit surprised that a 5-year-old would be able to read it. I told her, "His mother was an early reader so I give her the credit. Just good genes from his mother's side.
Right Ethan?"
Ethan looked down and started tugging at his clothes.
"Actually, today I'm just wearing these shorts."

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Scott today had an accident in his underwear so he had to change. As pulled out his tighty-whiteys he said to me, "Look! A pair of underwear! A pear is like a peach!"*

* In case you are looking for a definition of homophones.

**I was really impressed with this on two counts.
1. He recognized the homophone.
2. He recognized the relationship between items of the same class.

Overheard

Mr M (following a discussion on marriage, priesthood, men, and women): We respect their womanhood.

Ethan (excited): Womanhood? Like Robin Hood?

Yeah. Something like that.