When Jack goes "missing," you never know what you will find. This time I found him in my bathroom. standing IN my toilet, sucking on the hairspray bottle's cap, and staring at himself in a mirror. My hairbrush has been tossed to the floor. (Thank goodness it wasn't tossed into the toilet, but I guess there was no room with his feet already in it.)
"Jack! What are you doing?!?"
"Pretty hair," he tells me.
Sigh.
Apparently it doesn't matter that his hair is only an inch long. ;)
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