The husband and I just had a conversation about getting something to pull B's bangs back with....he is on his way home.
And he honestly says "One of those ball things with hairs on it"
What, in gawd's name is that supposed to be? I tried, desperately, to envision it, and came up with nothing. Nothing that should be put in anyone's hair on purpose.
And then he suggests a barrette with a Koosh on it.
Good hell, we don't need to add anymore chaos to the hair that's already going on up there.
B wants to grow her bangs out. I said:
Do you want it long, like S's?
No. I want it big, like S's.
You mean, long hair.
No. Big hair.
Do we have a future prom queen on our hands? Because we most certainly have a present day drama queen.
The girls were eating Fat Boys in a bowl last night because due to the size of said FB's, they can't seem to eat more than three bites before they fall on the floor for the dogs to consume.
Well, S managed to inhale a piece of chocolate and I whacked her on the back and she survived.
Not seconds later, B reaches over, picks up the piece of chocolate that was just lodged in S's throat, and eats it.