Oh dear, sweet, loving mother of mine. Why are things growing out of my head? Not once, or twice, but several times??
Two years in a row I had a tree (or antlers) growing out of my head at Easter.
I couldn’t escape the antlers, even during Halloween.
Or how about the time we were at Disneyland and she found the ONE space in the ENTIRETY of the park to put me in front of…and I have a light pole growing out of head (and little Megan is just waving and smiling, oblivious).
Last but not least (and Mom’s favorite fail), we were in the mountains (probably Big Bear), and Mom said to little Megan and Dad “go stand over there, that’s a great spot!” Low and behold…in the ENTIRETY of the FOREST, Dad has a tree growing out of his head.
I love you Mom, but apparently NOT anyonecantakeapicture!