Out of the mouths of babes

today, emma was playing salon with me. this involves much patience on my part. and a tough scalp. she was tugging and brushing. over and over. putting my hair up, etc.

spencer joined in. because one child wreaking havoc isn't enough.

after a few minutes of pain, i said, "you guys are killing me."

they continued. i sucked it up.

another few minutes pass, and i made a sound that i assume is because of the trauma i'm enduring.

"i'm NOT killing you!! CALM DOWN!"

the love is almost tangible.