For Christmas, Heathen #3 received a shirt from his grandparents that was too small. We headed back to the store to try to exchange it for the correct size - but we struck out. They didn't have the same shirt in the correct size. The grandparents instructed us to return the shirt and let Heathen #3 pick something that he liked.
He opted for a hooded sweatshirt. But not just any hooded sweatshirt. On the hood of this one are teeth and eye balls.
I told him I wanted to take a picture of him to send to his grandparents to show them what he picked. He happily pulled up the hood and promptly made this face:
When I asked him why he was making this face, he looked at me like I was stupid.
"Mom. The monster is eating my head."
Of course. I should have known that.
He opted for a hooded sweatshirt. But not just any hooded sweatshirt. On the hood of this one are teeth and eye balls.
I told him I wanted to take a picture of him to send to his grandparents to show them what he picked. He happily pulled up the hood and promptly made this face:
When I asked him why he was making this face, he looked at me like I was stupid.
"Mom. The monster is eating my head."
Of course. I should have known that.
