I mean, I didn't do anything...I don't think. Yesterday, Momma cut Memaw's hair, I watched. Well, today I decided to help Mommy organize the bathroom drawers. (She needed help, she had just burned the french onion soup she was cooking from scratch.) Then I found them, my Mommy's hair cutting scissors. They are sharp. I want to be like Mommy, so I cut. Mommy wishes I would have cut my bangs. I cut that hair on the back of my head that sticks up a bit...well it doesn't now...except for the one little piece that I didn't get short enough. Mommy said something about "Alfalfa," whatever that means. She says that she can't fix it...She thinks I am too young for one of those choppy asymmetric haircuts...But she is still thinking about it. I think it looks good. I also did some poop painting while she was on the phone with some doctor. I don't know why she got upset. I have been very good and haven't done any poop painting for months.
Maternal Edit: After a Bath and Shampoo, Miss B's hair dried in such a way to make the one inch section of really, really short hair invisible. *relieved sigh*
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Poor Mommy. The sunny side is that hair grows back, and poop washes. It might be good if Bronte gets to wash it...who knows. Paul wanted to look like his daddy...and Natalie cut her bangs just before her birthday party and all those pictures. Remember that there are eyes just below those bangs when you are wishing for things. I could go on about kids doing stuff, but you get the drift. I have your birthday present. Love, Sue
oh no! I remember cutting my hair when I was about Bronte's age. After that, my mom made me keep my hair really, really short until I was old enough to do it myself.
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