A Little Boy’s Wish

Yesterday (after an unusually long playtime without arguments), my sweet little rough-and-tumble 6 year old son walks down the stairs fresh from “Mahayla’s Hair and Nail Salon” (located in the bathroom.)  He looks at me with his big blue eye-shadowed eyes, his gelled-to-perfection hair, and his wet-to-the-touch blue fingernails and says, “Mom, can we PLEASE…

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