November 4, 2009

Right Now

I was working, she was quiet. Too quiet.

"What are you doing Isabella?"

"I'm not doing something."

That was enough reason to check on her. I found a chunk of her hair
missing, luckily, only to the chin. She said she wanted short hair,
like me. I debated taking her for an expensive NYC kids cut ($30, no
joke!), but instead turned on a movie and grabbed our sharpest
shears. It's horribly crooked, but surprisingly stylish. And
extremely adorable, if I do say so myself.

She said she wants it shorter. I said "It might look funny."

"I want it funny." she replied matter-of-factly.

"Ummm. Let's wait and talk to daddy."

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