(photo of O as he woke up the other morning...completely upside-down)
My four-year-old son informed me today on the way home from school that he was getting married in the park tomorrow to his current preschool girlfriend, who shall remain nameless. I am certain she is a lovely little girl...but jeez! He's four. (And a quarter, as he would add.) Not to mention a proper wedding requires a bit of planning.
So I also bring his little bud home, as we carpool. So his pal asks, "where are you going to live?"
And he repeats our address. So I say, "Wait, you and '___' are going to live with us?"
"No!" he says, with a giant grin on his face. "California!"