I found her in the bathroom, cutting her hair again.
N: "Is this therapy?"
E: "No, just trying to look like less of a man."
I looked at myself in the mirror and winced.
E: "You need a touch-up too?"
N: "No, just wishing I looked like less of an old dandelion going to seed."
E: "Maybe we should start getting professional haircuts."
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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let's face it - our whole family has hair woes. the baby is loosing his, giving him a nice thick line of dark hair at the nape of his neck and peach fuzz everywhere else. the kid has gorgeous hair... but is mistaken for a girl everywhere he goes. woe is us.
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