This is Truitt last night at supper, who could not be prevailed upon to finish up his meal, not even for a fresh chocolate chip cookie. See how his mouth is goofy? That's because he was storing up food in those cheeks of his for winter. Just like a squirrel.
So we sent him to bed early. (Partly too because he is getting over being sick.) Guess who was still wide awake 2 hours later?
I think the word for him is incorrigible. (I totally had to google that to find the meaning. I saw it on another blog describing something and I just really wanted to use it!)
Also, he has the best hair ever. I have hair envy of my two year old. My plan is to never, ever cut it. Until someone tells me that he looks like a girl, and then maybe I will realize that I took it a little too far. Like Rachel Zoe's kid.
PS: Today is basement renovation start day! Finally!