
Well, Scott has been officially traumatized for life.....
Scott shaved his beard off the other day after Lane went to sleep. When Lane woke up the next morning, he runs into our room as usual, and when he gets up on the bed, he stops and has this confused look on his face and says,..." Where's my other daddy??" We ask..."what other daddy?" Lane says,..."My PERFECT daddy" Scott says...."what?? *I* am your daddy".....lane says...."no....my perfect daddy has a beard" That was it. Scott almost cried I think. He swore he was never going to shave again. THANKS lane! :)
Lane did warm up to him after a while....but then yesterday we were hanging up some pictures, and we hung up a picture of Jesus. Lane says..."is that my friend Jesus?" Scott says.."Yup" Lane says something to the effect..."Hmm.....well JESUS has a beard" I forgot what else he said but he was basically telling his Daddy that he should be more like Jesus :)
Helarious!







































