(Snap, crackle, pop into your New Year! Gong Xi Fa Tsai! Whether or not you mess with the horns, may the year of the Ram bring you good fortune.)
One of the things Max and I used to do to amuse each other was draw. As a preschooler, Max would request a bus, a truck, a pigeon. Whatever he asked for I’d bang it out with a crayon. Sometimes we’d collaborate.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
(Mama will be seeing red)
1) Max’s hair is bugging the CRAP out of me. He likes it long. We got the bangs (can you say bangs in relation to a guy) cut recently, but it has a helmet quality to it, and because it was