mommy’s hair.

January 2010, 2 years old

We were enjoying a quiet dinner out when a woman with a brunette bob walked in. This happened to be the haircut I wore at that particular point in time.

Alice: Mommy!

Christine: No, sweetie, she just has hair like mine.

Alice: Mommy’s hair!  Mommy’s haircut!  That’s mommy’s hair.  Mommy needs that!”

Repeat throughout dinner. All throughout dinner. Over, and over, and over, and…

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