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.
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…