Sunday afternoon we went to Cold Stone Creamery to get some ice cream to help push the heat away. Okay, we also did it because it just tastes so good, but the high heat was a small part of the reason that we wanted ice cream.
As we sat eating our ice cream, my wife noticed the very strange looking sideburns on the sides of our son's head. He has been trying to shave for about two years now, thinking that this is the true sign of being man. Mom would argue that picking up his clothes and taking out the trash would be a better indicator, but that's a topic for one of her blog posts. Apparently, Sunday morning David decided to trim his non-existent sideburns and ended up with perfectly symmetrical racing stripes on either side of his head. At least the boy is consistent.
And, yes, I do carry my camera everywhere. ... No, really, I do.
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