I'm not going to write about how Marian has been begging for me to cut her hair short for days. I'm not going to write about the fact that I worried that if I didn't do something she would try to cut it herself (been there done that). And I am definitely not going to write about how in an attempt to keep Marian from ruining her hair by cutting it herself, I...ruined her hair by cutting it myself...and then cried. Yeah, I'm not going to write about that. But I will write that I hurried over the the mall just before closing to buy an unreasonable amount of girly head bands, hair clips, and very girly looking outfits in a size 5T. I will also write about how I looked up the hours of my hairstylist for tomorrow and plan to call at 10:01 in the morning to get an appointment for my daughter who has more hair than any other 4 year old I have ever seen...well I guess I mean more as in thicker...not as in longer. Sigh!
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