I’m in trouble!
G: Mommy, where are you going?
Me: I’m going to get my hair cut
G: Why?
Me: Because it’s time
G: But I think you always look pretty! [grin]
In about 12 years, that will be followed by ‘Can I have your car keys?’ and I’m still going to be in my melty-heart shock that I will be handing them right over.
Trouble ahead!
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