When you take something simple as getting a haircut and apply it to my small family of three...you add complicated crazy chaos. Apparently no one wants their hair cut...except me. So the first argument was with Princess Sylvie... when she realized she was only getting her dead ends trimmed and she could still grow her hair long...I won!
Anthony was a different story... I waited until 10 minutes before the haircut (at the orthodontist) to tell him his hair needed trimmed. He took a poll of everyone at the orthodontist office to see if his hair really needed cut. He argued with me because he wanted to grow his hair out longer for the summer...and that I wasn't going to make him... He argued with the stylist about how he wanted his hair cut...she told him he was not 18..so his mother was in charge....so again...I won!
But how does something so simple as a haircut turn into to complicated negotiations???
Good genes ;)
Or CRAZY genes...just sayin'!! lol!
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