OK--now for a narcissistic post....I got my hair cut the other day and decided to go totally Betty Page. The choice was between either growing my short front layers out or going even shorter for a full fringe. I decided on the latter. I like it, but it's stressing Oliver out. This morning, he came into my room and said, "Why you do dat to yuh hair?" (ok--r's are pronounced as w's; sorry for the sloppy transliteration). I said, "Because mommy got mommy's hair cut." He then looked down and shook his little head and said, "It'll gwow. Ok, it'll gwow out...." And he repeated it as he walked out the door. I asked him, "Don't you like mommy's hair?" To which he adamently replied, "No!"
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