Am I "knot" cute?

Cruz woke up this morning, I kid you not, with his finger stuck in his hair. Who knows how long the finger had been there? All we know is that it was red and a teeny bit swollen.

The fact that the boy is a major hair twirler and we were so reluctant (at least I was) to cut his already sparing thin hair was the perfect recipe for a matted mess.

Alas, we were forced to cut off his favorite lovey once and for all.

(Cruz's really into asking questions this way lately. "Are we not going home?" "Is this not my millennium falcon?" hence the title of this post.)