Thursday, January 29, 2015

"Its My Mustache, Daddy!"

I remember the days of a little boy with big sensory issues.  A tiny drop of paint on his fingers could trigger a meltdown.  Playing with whipped cream or handprint art projects at daycare brought tears before any sort of "play" even started.  Expect him to eat mashed potatoes?  Heck no.  Not a chance. Especially not with his fingers.

Fast forward to the here and now.  
Paint everywhere.
A hilarious mustache.
Smiles for days.
A little boy embracing life's most awesome messes. 









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