Take tonight as an example. I am in the living room with Brent, Hannah, and Jacob. Then, Brigham walks in the room. I look down upon his little head, and what do we all see?
A small child trying to look like he had no ideas as to why I would be asking him if he had cut his hair.
Brigham trying to pretend he didn't cut his hair. |
Then he realized he was in trouble, and led us to what he used to cut his hair. He had snuck scissors from the kitchen, into the bathroom, and cut off his head. He had gotten within an 1/8 of an inch. So... I took him outside, and shaved his head. He was an 1/8 of an inch from being shaved completely bald.
Brigham, after realizing he's in trouble. |
After the hair cut.
The life of a mother, never ends, and neither to the memories.
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