Salon MMB

While sitting at the dining room table working on some projects:

P: Mom! Look, its M's hair.

Mom: Nah, it's probably from one of her dolls.

M: ( No words. Just eyes getting really big)

P: No... it's her's alright. There's more! ( Climbs under the dining room table. When he returns to the surface he has a fist full of those same blond curls that were lost to Lighting McQueen last winter.)

Mom: Is this your hair!? ( Now remembering I mentioned to her yesterday, while having the art bin out... to get the scissors away from her hair!)

M: ( Again, no words. Just eyes overflowing with tears of pure guilt.)

Mom:  MMB!!

M: ( Her silence is broken through the huffs and puffs on the brink of an emotional explosion.)
                     But Mommy I can grow more hair!

*She doesn't look half bad with bangs. Of course, this is after a clean up with my scissors!

Getting to the point

After about 2 minutes of arriving to our house for a playdate for the first time, P's little friend, a little girl, asked " So , are you going to show me to your room?"

Personal Request

A couple months ago, M expressed her request for, "5 brothers and one remote boy."
In other words, Q isn't following his big sister's orders as much anymore. So maybe, just maybe, if there was a sibling controlled by a remote, life could be really good as a girl who is surrounded by brothers.