Once again as we were trying to get out the door for school, Melissa looks up at me and says, "You know, Mom, I really liked it when Mr. Garreth did your hair."
"Yes, I know. "
Then William pipes in: "What does she mean?"
"She means that my hair looks horrible."
"No, I don't, Mom," she says with that sugary-sweet sing-song voice.
Hmmmm.....but today I would have to agree with her as I was still in my exercise clothes and had yet to make it to the shower.
I wonder if Garreth would consider a typical vacation...which would included bringing his scissors along...