I did not have hair really until at least 2 years old. And then when I did it was U-G-L-Y. Promise. It had no alibi. In order to try to tame my hair and hope that it would be better, my mom decided that it would be wise when I was 5 to chop it all off. All of it. This is the result:
Oh look, it's me when I was a little boy.
"Cool shoes Mom. How could you do this to me?"
My kindergarten class picture. Business in the front. Party in the back.
So, the fact that I can create some sort of cuteness out of The Bug's hair now with pigtails and barettes, etc. makes it so that THE LAST thing that I want to do is risk that someone would jack it all up. Because, then, she would look like I did. And that, my friends, is inhumane. Pray for me. She really needs a haircut...
3 comments:
If it makes you feel any better...abigail will be 4 in january and has never had a haircut!
HAHAHAHHAHAHAA! I LOVE this post. Amazing Mullet!!!
omg, mellie. i didn't knoooowwwww. you know, iffin' your watchful eye doesn't keep the sissors from creating a femullet, at least you know that you are creative enough to make cute lil bows and headbands, right? we can always call it a pixie cut.
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