"Mama" "Mama" Maaa-mmaaaa" "Mama!" "MAA-MAA!"
I awoke to the sweet sounds of my name. I laid in bed just for a minute as the cries became more urgent.
I got up and went to greet my happy little Bryce.
I turned the light on and went to his bed. I gasped. He laughed.
Triston came trailing in behind me. "HE POOPED IN HIS BED!"
More laughter from a brown-toned Bryce. You can imagine.
It's nice, on mornings like these, to get ready in a hurry. I love my new cut. It's pretty maintence free, and looks alright when I wake up. This morning, no wash or dry required. I just shook it out and sprayed a little Super Hold.
Bryce, on the other hand, had to have every inch throughly washed. His bed sheets soaked in bleach water and Nuetra-Air sprayed, liberally, around his room.
He was still giggling. What a turd....literally.