"Your hair is like..."

So, we were sitting in church last Sunday. Zach and Katie needed to be separated. We put Katie on the right side of Steve and Zach on the left side of me, hoping that being separated by two parents would be more effective than the one-parent-separation of the week before (which was painful).

Zach was feeling affectionate and wanted me to wrap my arms around him, which I did gladly. He was smiling up at me and talking away before the service began. Then, he puts his arm on my shoulder and runs his hands through my hair. Keep in mind that this is hard to do because my hair is getting so long (still short, but...) that I need much more hairspray to keep it in place. He gets this cute look on his face and continues to feel my hair. Very touching. Then he sweetly looks at me and says:

"Your hair is like a tree."

I laugh; Steve laughs; the woman in front of us (a friend, thankfully) laughs. I realized that, when you put that much hairspray on your hair, it can feel a little like BARK!

Yes, his English is coming along!

Just had to share a laugh. More pictures of Zach now riding his bike without training wheels (YEAH Zach!!!), coming. And, by the way, when you put a lot of pressure on really strong training wheels, they do eventually get warped! We were so proud when he took off after the first try without them.