I got my haircut yesterday into a cute little shattered ends bob, with a wisp of bang slapped to the side. I walked out of the salon feeling like a hip yougster (which is much needed as my 29th birthday is mere days away!)
I got home - anxious to show off the new do. Stu was the first to greet me and agreed that the haircut was fabulous.
I walked into Michael's room with a grand "how do you like my new hairdo?". Michael looks at it and says "Mommy - you look like a boy." Such a way with words that one.
This morning, we were getting into the car and Michael says "don't worry, Mommy. your hair will grow back." A comforter to boot!
Oh the joys of motherhood, er fatherhood (just until the hair grows back). I am thinking that Michael should get a head start on living in the car ... no time like the present and all that.