Ever since their first trip to the hair salon, my boys have enjoyed playing barber shop. During the last trimester of my pregnancy with Ollie, I remember crashing out on the couch with 2 little boys patiently combing my hair. Aside from the occasional yank and yelp, it actually was quite relaxing. I'm a big sucker for anyone playing with my hair. Today Finn was trying to do my hair and asked me to remove the pink thing. I told him that the pink thing was called a rubber band and he said "there's 2 kinds of vans--one that you ride in and a rubber-van for your hair". I snickered, but did not correct him.
He then started twisting my hair around his fingers and snipping just like our hair guy does. I asked him "How did you know how to do that?" To which he responded " I don't know, I just figured it out".
oh my gosh, you guys are SO Emery Jo!!ReplyDelete
Hee hee, Finn's arsenal includes a screwdriver. Does he include Frankenstein as one of his clients? :)ReplyDelete
Hi Davi! I love looking at your blog. Your boys are too cute! It makes me imagine what Braden will be like in a couple years. I hope he does my hair as well as Finn does yours! :)ReplyDelete
Hi Angela! Thanks for popping in. --Angela and I ran into each other at a gathering and recognized each other through a friend's blog:)ReplyDelete
what fun! i remember doing my moms hair when i was little. i read the two kinds of vans to mike, we love that part!ReplyDelete
I never got my hair played with... but as a child I was somehow always conned into playing with older cousin's Angela and Colleen's hair... :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for the emails the other day. It was nice to have contact with the outside world... :)
Christie-Yah, I really enjoyed our email-orama-session too:) How did moms in the olden days survive without emails and blogs???ReplyDelete
lets have a paparazzi night again soon, that was TOO fun=)ReplyDelete
and the pazookies weren't bad either.