Wiley woke up this morning and we were playing for a few minutes before we had to go to Gloria's. Then Wiley got a trash bag out of the kitchen and informed me he was packing up some of his toys "for the kids who don't have any." We'd talked about it before, mostly I'd threatened it...but wow, what a kid.

Then, this afternoon I seriously f-ed up his hair. Apparently I should have added an attachment to the clippers. He seems to like it and York wasn't mad, so oh well, I guess I'll get used to it and it'll grow back.