Wednesday, December 7, 2011

"I want short hair."

Hmm...something I didn't expect to hear from my daughter, at least until the pre-teen rebellion set in, but there it is. This revelation came just days after hearing my husband complain, yet again, that he's concerned that our little baboushka's tresses are getting "too long". Too long? What means this phrase? She's a girl. I mean, if it starts getting stuck under her butt when she sits down...maybe that's too long. Straggly? Okay, I'll give you straggly. She does tend to give the impression of an impish street urchin by the end of the school day. But let's be honest, I'm not looking so hot at the end of the day either, and you don't see me shaving my head. But I digress. Suffice it to say that I was firmly planted on the "I'm never cutting her hair" side of the fence, until she went and vaulted over to dad's side. Defeat. At least it came with fairy dust. Fairy dust is a powerful analgesic.

Hi mom! Let's DO this! 

She really is enjoying herself. She's just concentrating really hard on keeping her sticker stuck to her hand in the midst of all that hot air blowing around. 

The big reveal

Found in the dictionary under the phrase "pleased as punch"