Max informed me the other morning, completely out of the blue, that "scissors are not for cutting hair." Hmmm. Upon inspection, it appeared that, why yes, Max did in fact gouge his own hair with the scissors. Buzz cut time!
A random unrelated conversation with Max this afternoon after I told him that I went to school at BYU.
Me: "Max, do you think you'd like to go to school at BYU?"
Max: "Does it have a big playground?"
Me: "Really big."
a few seconds later....
Max: "Will you go with me?"
Me: "Of course."
Love that boy. I just might take him up on his offer in a few years--I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to let him go.