Perfect

This morning, we were getting ready to take Logan to school.  Just before we walked out the door, I realized that I had not combed his hair.  So I asked to come quickly to the bathroom and let me comb his hair quickly.

When he sleeps on his crown his hair just stands straight up or straight out.  The only way to get his hair to lay down is to wet it at the roots and comb it.

Well, he fussed and fussed and did not want his hair combed. Trying to be patient and yet hurry the process along, I asked that he just come and let me comb his hair so that he would be handsome.  Just at the time I said that we appeared in front of the mirror and Logan said pointing to his crown, “See mom, you don’t need to comb my hair I’m perfect.”