Friday, April 27, 2012

Furball

I handed her the school uniform and I told her to go get dressed. She comes back to me about 10 minutes later, hair brushed, teeth brushed (I can only hope) with untied shoes (we will have to work on that shoe tieing task). She is also covered in hair. Her black cotton stretch pants have accumulated a head's worth of fine blondish brown hair, and best part about it, she has no idea whose hair it is or where it came from. Does she think I am stupid?
"You cut your hair again?!"
"No, I didn't."
"Well, whose hair is it then?"
"I don't know."
The girl has said she 'cannot hold a lie', but she is a sneaky little devil. I pulled out the nursing tape and started de-hairing her. I bet it was barbie hair. She had the scissors, took them off the table to craft. The barbie bin was out yesterday too. I bet money she gave them hair cuts. Hers looks the same.

Jill
4/27/12

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