Mid January in Ohio is never fun. Not that I mind a little snow, but a little snow along with bitterly cold temperatures just makes it down right annoying to take the boys anywhere. So this "can't stand being at home" mom is staying home a lot more than I would like. And if I am staying at home all. the. time, why get dressed, put makeup on, or even fix my hair? I have kinda embraced the sweat pants and pony tail look.
But apparently I have embraced this lifestyle a little more than Evan would like.
Last night at the dinner table, he came over and climbed up in my lap. He laid his head on my shoulder and started playing with my pony tail with his hand.
"Ummmm, mom, I really don't like your hair like that. I like it when it is not like that."
It was in a pony tail.
"Yeah, mom, I like it down and around your face. Can you make your hair like that again?"