The Problem: Chubby baby grabs anything in sight.
Meghan is a hair-puller. I have long hair.
The Solution: The mom cut.
I walked into my hair salon with an old picture and showed my hairdresser. She told me my baby was so cute. I told her that “baby” was now a 5-year-old, and I just brought the old snap so she could make me look like my old self. Younger, fresher. Of course, a hair cut can accomplish all those things.
My hairdresser chopped off a good 8″, all the while discussing her love life. She sorta paid attention to my hair. Immediately after she cut it, I regretted it and decided to grow it out again, like always.
In the meantime, I don’t feel any younger or fresher but Meghan sure can’t grab my hair anymore.