Yesterday I got my hair cut, which is now pretty much a thrice yearly event.
At dinner, Siena was looking at Mama when I asked, “So, Siena how was your day at school today?”
She often responds by saying, “I don’t want to talk about school right now, let’s talk about [insert something here like trick-or-treating].”
This time started out the same, with her saying:
I don’t want to talk about [and now turning to look at me] scho—hey I looove your hair!
As Mama and I started cracking up, she follows it up with:
Who did your hair?