"Momma, can I brush your hair?"

Colin asked if he could brush my hair the other day.

I was thrilled! 

This was the sort of experience thought I'd miss out one since I'm a boy mom.

 "Sure!" I said.

 Maybe being a boy mom really isn't that different from having daughters....

He left, I assumed to get a brush.

Then I saw him dig through this tool box until he found what he needed. Back he ran with:

His CHAINSAW

There I sat, Colin brushing my hair with his chainsaw and me making a mental note.

"File this under: Life with all boys"