Tonight at dinner, I mentioned to Brett that I was growing out Danika's bangs. She looked at me and asked me not to cut them. I explained that I was telling Daddy not to cut them.
Then we had to explain what we meant. This is how it went (to the best of my knowledge)
Danika: I don't want my hair cut
Me: No, we are not cutting it.
Brett: These short ones in the front, we are going to let them grow long like your other hair
Danika: Oh, what?
Me: Remember before mommy got sick, she didn't have the short hairs in the front, my hair was all the same?
Danika: Um, yeah. Then you got it short. So, can I grow mine long, then cut it short like yours. It is so beautiful.
Then, Brett talked to her, and I don't remember what she said, because I was crying and telling her she was so sweet!
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