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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

My Big Mess

I had my hair cut on Saturday.

I thought it looked pretty good (about as good as it's going to get). My son had a different view.

Him: "What happened to your hair?"

Me: "I got it cut. Do you like it?"

Him: "It looks like a big mess."

(silence)

Me: "Thanks."

And he's made a comment EVERY day since then.

For a little boy who talks constantly about how much he likes girls and how much he wants to get married ("Mommy, can't I marry two at the same time?!!), he really, REALLY needs to learn how to talk to women.

Otherwise, he's going to end up living with us for the rest of his life.

And that is SO not an option.

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