i have been debating donating (AKA, hacking off) my hair.
a decision of this nature requires some (AKA excessive) verbal processing on my part.
while driving home today, i asked the boys (AKA strapped down audience) if i should go ahead and cut my hair short.
anth's initial response..."mom, you've been talking about this for like, 10 weeks."
followed by, "dad just bought me new safety scissors."
i suggested that i might, like he, seek out a professional for help with this adventure.
he agreed that this was a good idea.
i turned the car radio back up and all was quiet for a bit.
then, "hey, mom? i think this is a decision you need to make for yourself."
...special. my 5-year old is reflecting back my mommyisms.