As I have told you before, Saebra, dearest Saebra, likes to cut her hair. I have always been at a loss as how to impress upon her that she shouldn’t do it again and quite obviously I have failed to impress upon her that she shouldn’t do it again because she has, again. A very large chunk of hair at the top of her head was noticeably half its regular length last night. The usual explanation was forthcoming – she felt like it. I hope that she will have learned her lesson this time because I’m not sure that I could put myself through the loss of those 6 inches again.
She is worried that she will: A.) be embarrassed at school tomorrow, B.) that she will look like a boy or C.) that she will be the cutest thing anyone has ever seen. I’m going with choice C.