It’s all about yellow in our house. When one particular two-year old boy looks in the mirror in the morning. He reaches up to the top of his head, grabs his hair and says “yellow afro.” I feel for May, our “brown horse” because this same sweet little two-year old boy favors Flower, the “yellow horse.” She’s who he wants to give food to–because she’s yellow….sorry May. It took me a few minutes to figure out why Greyson was calling my sister, who is visiting, yellow Auntie Kate.
Love, Grey & Brianna