It is 9:30pm...I leave early in the morning for Africa. I have a load of whites to fold. So I have clean underwear while I am away. I get a phone call. It is our social worker about our update. While talking to her I see Ammon. Are you kidding me... he has cut his hair! What in the H@&*! I just dont get it. Ammon is the pickest kid on the planet about his hair. Well maybe Isaac is. I dont know... We are talking short people! I buzzed it...I didnt have a choice. Of course Ammon sees the error of his ways... He is a mess... He hates his hair! Go figure. Grandma has grounded him from scissors for the next 10 days.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Posted by Kiera at 7:52 PM