Griffin and I don't always see eye to eye.
Case in point:
My idea of brushing his hair is sitting down (mostly still) for 10 seconds.
His idea of me brushing his hair is wiggling out of my grasp, crawling around on the floor while laughing hysterically as I mutter obscenities under my breath, shrieking with delight when he is recaptured, then flailing around like some sort of Pentecostal as I attempt to brush, and finally it ends with me giving up. This lasts about 6 minutes.
I have a feeling this won't be the only thing we disagree about as he grows up.
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3 months ago