Livia, the barber

So, this morning my little princess decided to give herself a haircut! When I finally noticed what she had done to her beautiful, long blonde locks, I could only cry. She looked at me and said, "Oh mommy, only babies cry! It's going to be okay mommy, it will grow back." I asked her what she had done with her hair and she revealed to me that she had gotten rid of the evidence by throwing it in the trash can. I frantically dug through the trash, finally finding the gold curls amidst coffee grinds and yogurt lids. I pulled them out, and she said to me, "See mommy! There they are! Just glue them back on!" Where does she get this stuff from? You can't write this kind of material.


Check out her workmanship. The final product is very mullet-like. Business in the front, party in the back.

But how do you get mad at THIS?