I worked all morning to cut Benji's hair into a mohawk. I cut a little, got interuppted, then cut a little more. By the end of the morning B was saying "Stop it Mommy!" (and I deserved it!). After it was perfect B looked in the mirror, made an exclamation and pushed his hair flat against his head while he said in a high pitched voice "Mommy! Hair!! Fix it!!! Fix it Mommy!!!"
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