Recording Liam's fertile effervescent mind/scintillating personality.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.

Haircut

September 2009

Mommy: "After school, we're going to get you a haircut."
Liam: "No, I don't want to cut my hair. I want to grow it long like before."
Mommy: "Your hair looks puffy at the top, you need a haircut."
Liam: "No my hair doesn't look puffy!"
Mommy: "Yes, it does. Go look in the mirror."
Liam: "My hair ain't puffy!"
Mommy: "Let me show you." *Pressing his head then let go to where his hair is puffy at the top, then down again touching his hair* "See, that's a big puff!"
Liam: "I am fine with that."
Mommy: "We're going anyway."
Liam: "I ain't going."
Mommy: "Choose one - haircut at the store or have me shave your hair."
Liam: "Ok, we'll go to the store.... it ain't fair, you never cut your hair!"

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