Just one more way kids are so different. Jones has never bothered my glasses, and will now take them off my face, fold them, and gently lay them on the table when we snuggle, as the corner always gets him in the face.

He has two pair of sunglasses, wears them all the time, and makes me go back home to get them if we have forgotten them.

my son, my angel. (just slap me)

The pulling of single strands of my hair with his teeth is a whole 'nother matter.