Reflections

Some days I just think:

OH. MY. GOSH. MY. CHILDREN. NEVER. LISTEN. TO. ME.

And then I check the mirror to make sure that

a) all my hair hasn't fallen out

and

b) my hair is still brown.

So far, I'm safe.

Today, however...

Don't worry, if/when it does happen, I'll take pictures. Because that's bound to be funny.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hah! The curse your parents left on you is definitely working - you get back what you did to them :)

I'm still pondering if you are going to be taking pictures of yourself when your hair decides to rebel, or if you are going to make a record of the ankle biters actually listening/obeying (because that is how you know they listened).

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