Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Wigged Out*

Today I got my hair cut for the first time in, well, awhile. When I walked back in the door C came running to inspect the new do.

C: "Mommy, your hair is short! I like it." Pause (in a very worried voice) "Did you have to get new hair?"

The way the mind of a child works...

* Title courtesy of Rebecca.