I Am Zane O

We were at the grocery store the other day and whenever I stopped to pick up some meat or cheese or veggies, he was down in the “race car” part of the cart trying to strike up conversations with people passing by. “Hi, I am Zane! I am four years old!” Nobody took him up on it. I blame candid camera.

He and I got our Summer haircuts the other day. I cut his hair first and halfway through he announced, “This is borrrrrring!” After his was done I handed him the electric shears and said he could cut mine, but he got bored after a couple of minutes and I finished it. It’s always a nice surprise to see him in a new haircut, he looks like such a handsome young gentleman.

Well, most of the time…