08/28/2008 (9:44 am)
definition of a life gone to chaos
when you can’t find a comb (because your toddler son LOVES combs and brushes right now and hides them away like a little hair care squirrel), so you are forced to improvise and find yourself parting your hair with the pointy end of a plastic dinosaur’s tail.
this, this is when you say (in the immortal words of my oldest son): “what has happened to us?”
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Comment by Mandy
August 30, 2008 @ 5:20 pm #
It’s amazing what a plastic dinosaur tail can do.
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