December 2009
Mommy: "You're getting a haircut tomorrow morning."
Liam: "NO! I want to let it grow long!"
Mommy: "No, seriously, you need one badly. Your hair are puffy on the top again."
Liam: "NO! I ain't going!"
A while later:
Liam: "I will go and have my hair cut if you want me to."
Mommy: "Yes, thank you."
Liam: "Only if you will let me dye my hair."
Mommy: "Dye? What color?"
Liam: "I wanna red all over with gray stripe in the middle and alongside/around my hairline."
Mommy: "Did you bang your head today?"
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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.
His mind is on the run all the time, physically too. Hence the word, whoosh.
Also, sometimes because I am overwhelmed.
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