We went to a holiday party this Saturday. There was face painting.
|Milo sat in the little chair clutching his empty juice box, perfectly still.|
|Levi requested a turtle.|
|Heehee. Milo is showing me his snowman. "It's right here."|
|He went back to the makeup artists and grunted. She asked if he wanted a snowflake and he presented her his face.|
|He didn't want her to stop. Look at that tired, serious face. It was naptime at this point.|