I thought I had decent hair. It is very easy to take care of, I spend about 35 seconds a day on it. Roll it into hot rollers, make the bed while they do their thang, unroll, shake and I'm out. I guess I had always envisioned my hair looking like this:
or even:
(By the way, I hate it when companies photoshop someone else's head onto MY body, so annoying.)
But apparently one of my children felt otherwise and thought my hair actually looked more like this:
Because look at what I discovered this morning when I went to put said hair into said rollers:
Are you kidding me? He cut my cord! Who the? What the? I don't have a confession out of any of them yet....but I will. I have my theory as to which one it is...I think it's this one:
He used to be cute...before he learned how to operate scissors.
Cut and paste is his favorite activity in 1st grade. I'm gonna go ahead and guess he likes the cut more than the paste. Anyone want a 6 year old with good arts and crafts skills?
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