Tristan has been extremely talkative lately. From the moment his eyes fly open in the morn until the moment he crashes at night: non-stop chatter. All chatter all the time in our happy home. There is the occasional wish for silence, but the conversations are delightful and we do find ourselves laughing more throughout the day. Seeing the world at a two year olds perspective can be quite entertaining.
Just yesterday, as Ricky drove, Me and Tristan sat in the backseat chatting about when Gavin comes home and how much fun it will be, etc. I was casually pushing my hair out of my face when Tristan suddenly stopped mid-sentence and said with concern, "Mommy, your hair is wrong."
(Ok, it was a bad hair day and its true my hair is so wrong, but I wasn't prepared for what came next.) With the look of pity and embarrassment, he leans forward and starts smoothing my hair while saying, "You don't want baby brother to see your hair wrong. I will make it pretty for you."
Yes, he was disappointed when he realized there was no way to right the terrible wrong on my head. And I wish I can say this will be the last time my hair embarrasses him, but we all know that won't be the case.
