CLEAN. HAIR.

Clean, clean,

the more you clean

the more it shines!

She wrote the poem herself. Sigh. I don't want children to think all I care about is a clean house.

Yet, I get in a pretty bad mood when it isn't.

On another note....

I had to trim her hair today.

I have been begging her to cut it.

I have shown her pictures of sick children without hair... encouraging her to donate it.

(I know it is bad to try and guilt her into it. Shame on you mommy.)

I really am tired of it.

But she loves her long hair.

She had a fixation with my hair as a baby.

I thought if I cut it, it would stop.

It didn't.

I had a kink in my neck until it grew out.

Now, she has her own hair to twist around her fingers.

I don't think she will ever cut it.

Besides, she wants to use it as a weapon. (Tangled)