Dino-mite!!

Yesterday morning, I awoke to the gentle touch of the boy slamming his head into my face with the force of a thousand dinosaurs.  Seriously, my cheek is bruised.  It hurts when I smile or yawn.  It was not the best way to start my morning.

In honor of my thick-headed face masher, I drew one of the thousand dinos that helped lead the charge against my cheek yesterday.

Parenthood in a nutshell: allowing your child to fall asleep in your bed even though he just battered your face.  It's unconditional love, folks.