My 5-year-old say-whatever-comes-to-mind son gave me a compliment this morning, after he bent down to kiss my head. At least I think you can call it that:

Him: Mom, you have pretty hair.

Me: Well, thanks…that’s awful nice of you.

Him: Yeah, I mean it’s like…yellow…AND gray. That’s cool!

And then he went back to watching Spongebob. Meanwhile, I’m counting down the days until my next highlight.

Gotta love their honesty.