What a sweet kid

I took the boys to Grammy's house today so that she and Papa could watch them while I went to get my hair done.

Jackie asked me why I needed to go get my hair done. I told him it was because my hair was a mess.

Very seriously, he told me, "Your hair isn't a mess, Mommy. You look just like Sleeping Beauty."

How sweet...though give him a year or two and I'd be saying "what a little manipulator...what do you want for saying that?"