We got together with my cousin’s wife, and her kids, a couple of weeks ago. Since then, I’ve had no peace when it comes to Whitney and her hair. She’s been begging me for long hair like my cousin’s daughter, Olivia. [What does that make her...a second cousin, first cousin once removed? O.K., until we can hammer this out, we’ll just keep referring to her like Whitney does: OLIVIA, OLIVIA, OLIVIA!]
And, no way mammy is anyone, under my care, growing their hair past shoulder-length. That is unless your twelve. Then you scare me and I don’t want to rattle your preteen cage. Easy girl, that’s right, no one’s making any hasty moves. Also, we have high-speed internet and cable so we’re good, you and me, right? ...Continue Reading »
