Emlyn loves to fix my hair. She climbs up behind me while I am at my desk and brushes and fixes to her heart's content. *Usually* it is relaxing. Today, however, was a bit different:
Emlyn brushes my hair, putting it up into a pony tail with an elastic band. "I need a clip," she says, "hand me a clip, please?"
"I don't have a clip, Em..."
"Okay, just hand me the scissors, then."
ACKKKK.
"Scissors?" I try to keep my voice even.
"Yeah, if you don't have a clip, I need to cut this hair."
I found her a clip.
2.13.2008
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2 comments:
Oh my...yes, a clip, a bow...anything!! One to remember, for sure!
Great work.
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