Spent this week preparing for the new school year.
Our middle son is a sophomore in high school, and our youngest is in 6th grade.
Today’s preparations involved haircuts.
The youngest proclaimed, after getting his hair only trimmed a little around his ears, that he will not be getting another haircut until his big brother comes home. He wants his hair cut like his. No drama. Just stated very matter-of-factly.
I think the high schooler is waiting on his big brother to teach him to drive, too.
Incredibly moved with every single quiet pledge noticed in excited anticipation of the three to be united in just eighty-6 days!
the toenail 