Does Little Big Man have to do my hair again?
Ooh, I'm dreading it. This just isn't one of his gifts, and I can't forget what my hair looked like the last time you asked him to brush it. He's just one big jokester.
What's that, Mama? When Daddy first met you, he said you'd look beautiful even if you were wearing a potato sack? Is that supposed to make me feel better? This is my hair we're talking about here.
I look cute even with this crazy style? Hmmm....ok. I don't think you're one of those mothers who can't see her children objectively. You don't have on your rose-colored glasses today, so I'll believe you this time.
I have to agree, Mama. I'm just way TOO CUTE! Thanks, brother, for the Do.
Now, someone go get the comb!