I'm afraid I have rubbed off on my child.
We were at the hair salon getting my hair cut and colored Saturday when my daughter gets in the chair to get her hair cut whilst mine forever changes it's DNA as I transform from dingy red to hellohowyadoinnicetomeetyou RED.
I like to overcompensate
Terri asks, "So, what are we doing Ms Belle. Just nipping the ends."
Belle: "I wanna go wild like my Momma."
Um...hell-o. Momma is standing here PRAYING you don't mean that literally.
Oh, Heavenly Father, PLEASE spare her from an adolescence like I chose.
Wait...we're in the salon chair...talking about hair.
Let's compromise here.
Let's give Baby Girl her first hair style.
Wasn't EXACTLY what I was going for, but everyone seems to love it none-the-less.
So here she is...my very grown up 6 Year Old...
Starring in her very own blogisode of "Who's That Girl--Junior Edition".
Excuse me while take out lucrative stock in Kleenex.