Issac's Wisdom

This morning I was in a haze fighting through the pain to get the bare minimum accomplished at my house. All of the sudden I hear Issac screaming. I go to where he is at climbing the stairs to see what the problem is. He is mumbling some kind of incomprehensible cavemen grunts and so I am still just as unsure as to what the problem is. But he keeps opening his mouth and pointing in. It is at this point that the light hits just right and I see a piece of hair. Poor guy everyone knows how awful it is to have hair in your mouth. I got it out and told him it's no fun having hair in your mouth. This is where he turns to me and yells "Ew gross. Yuck. Mom that is way gross." And storms up the stairs. It really is Issac, I know, I never doubted it for a second.