Last night we were trying to wrangle the boys together to say family prayers before bed, and Ethan yelled, "but I can't Dad my hair doesn't look good."
It cracked us up...but I so know how that feels...like the time I burst into tears in front of the Vaterlaus family because my bangs got trimmed way too short right before Junior Prom.
Life's just harder when your hair looks bad.
2 comments:
Amen, sistah. I still remember that day. It was hilarious (for me, anyway).
Remember when you got in a little fender bender in the church parking lot and you bawled through sacrament meeting? I remember that day. LOL.
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