Cookie Monster loves "doing yours hair," which, through a paci in his mouth translates to my hair. He loves touching it, combing it, whatever I let him do.
A few nights ago he was "cutting yours hair" (with play scissors of course), while he was wearing high heels. When pastor called and I told him what was going on, he got a big laugh out of that. What was even funnier though, happened after the phone conversation ended.
Cookie Monster had been using some of my old makeup brushes to put makeup on me too. After he finished my hair, he wanted to put makeup on me. But he couldn't find the brushes.
"Where's the makeup? Where's the makeup?" he kept shouting, hindered slightly by the paci in his mouth.
The paci didn't hinder what he said next: "Where's the paci? Damnit, Bella, where's the paci?"
My mom asked if we scolded him. How could we when we were laughing so hard we cried?
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