Friday, August 17, 2007

I love my son

Today I made an appointment to get my hair cut. And it is all my son's fault.
Yesterday my eleven-year-old boy James came to me wearing one of those 'friends-would-tell-friends-this-kind-of-thing' looks and said, "Mom, your hair is getting kind of...(Insert pause while he wonders how to say this without me killing him.)...big."
Since I was already feeling like Simba...I was online making an appointment as soon as possible.
Kids, gotta love them.


  1. Hey now,let's not knock big hair. I love big hair, and I totally miss the 80s!

  2. That is so funny. I can just see him thinking about how to say it.