Devilishly sweet is my boy.
When my devilishly sweet little fourth born rolls out of bed in the morning, this is the look he sports.
I don’t know how in the world this happens, but it does. Every single morning. Without fail.
And I have not discovered the hair care product yet that can tame it. Most days it’s easiest to let it fly. Sundays before church I try to tame his horns just a wee bit.
The hair starts creeping back up midway through the service and by the time everyone is gathering around the refreshment table they’re back up and flying. 
He has a devilish sweet tooth, this one…
