The Fluff-a-tron 3000 has been begging for bangs for a while, so I finally cut them last weekend. Every day since then she has asked me to blow dry them with a round brush into a nice soft curl. Definitely a good idea considering her major cowlick. Even after taking a bath in the evening, she has told me “I’m ready for my bangs to come back,” and insisted on having her bangs blown dry before bed. Then this morning she came into my room and announced:
Fluffy: I already wetted my bangs to get them down.
Me: Oh, good. I’ll get the hair dryer.
Fluffy: No, I just want them down. Some people were asking me, “Hey, Fluffy, when are you going to let your hair down?”
Me: Were they asking in a mean way, or teasing, or just asking?
Fluffy: Just asking. Actually it was just [Boy] who was asking.
Me: Ohhhhh. You’re always talking to [Boy]. It’s like he’s your boyfriend.
Fluffy: Mo-om. I’m not supposed to have a boyfriend yet! But kinda.
My baby girl was doing her hair to try to please a boy. Nightmare.
Fluffy: I bet the people who live in Hawaii are always rich because all those rainbows lead to pots of gold!
As we were catching up on a full 7 days worth of Thankfulness feathers
Fluffy: I am thankful for nature. It’s my second favorite place to go.
Me: What’s your number one favorite?
Me: Should we make that the next feather?
Fluffy: Yeah. Can we make one a “hope-for” feather?
Me: (Assuming it’s going to be “I hope we can go to Disneyland tomorrow.”) Well, that kind of defeats the purpose. It’s supposed to be about being thankful for what we have, not asking for more stuff.
Me: Oh, alright. What do you hope for?
Fluffy: I hope that Clara’s arm will get better.
Me: Awwww. You’re the sweetest, most wonderful person in the world. You know that?
Fluffy: I know. You’re making me vain.