Charlie flew with Gaga and Papaw, Aunt Bob, Uncle Stan and Tyler to Texas today.
He got a great haircut just for the occasion.
Papaw has been taking him uptown to a Barber Shop for his haircuts ever since he was tiny. Charlie calls his barber "Sir". None of us actually know why but we go with it. That's what you do when cute 3 year olds enter your life and change your vocabulary altogether.
Anyway, last night Charlie walked into my kitchen and this is the conversation we had.
Charlie: Hey Becky do you like my shoes?
Those are some great flip flops! And I LOVE your new haircut! You look so handsome. Did Sir cut it for you today?
Charlie: No, he's tired.
Gaga: (whispers) he retired.
Gotta love that little guy.
Have BIG Texas sized fun Charlie!