Rocking around the Christmas tree..

after seeing Gibson with his head all wet

we had the following conversation.

Me: Hey buddy, cool hair you got there.

Gibson: It's ROCK ON, Mommy.

Me: Indeed it is, Son.

Hope your Christmas, much like Gibson's hair, is ROCK ON!

Wouldn't that be lovely

Gibson: I can't go to school today

Me: Why?

Gibson: I too cranky.

That seems like perfectly good reasoning to me.