My mum was trying to get me to grow out my fringe, but she got frustrated with me taking the clips out of my hair and sucking on them. Apparently, she was worried that I may choke. I think it was more to do with her worrying that people would think we lived in a caravan.
So, to tidy me up, my mum cut my hair. Badly. It wasn’t MY fault that the bits kept falling down, tickling my nose and I had to keep shaking my head.
I’M the one that has to live with it. It is not fair. I have implemented a “Kiss & Cuddle Ban” on Mummy, so that she can feel as “socially outcast” as I will feel, no doubt, when I see my friends.
Tags: Silly
