Thursday, September 9, 2010

Sprinkles


The other morning I got ready for work and was waking up my sweet, precious little boy...that was asleep IN MY BED. I had put on a shirt that had sequence on the top around the neck of it. When I picked him up to take him into his bathroom he put his head on my shoulder and was rubbing my shirt across the sequence. He said, "Mama...I like your sprinkles."