My brother and his wife had a daughter, and she was easy. Slept through the night. Did what she was told. Thrived on order. If it was bedtime, she happily went off to bed. No problem. So when it came time to have another kid, they had delusions of another bundle of joy. It didn’t quite work out that way.
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I KNEW Willful Niece was the one who cut her hair! I kept saying to myself, “Why, when I think of Willful Niece, do I think of inappropriate haircuttery?” It was only a few months ago you blogged about this. I have the worst memory ever.
I love her to pieces, you know.
My mom used to get me dolls with long hair. Usually within a month they were bald. I loved my scissors so much.