Tonight I overheard Bree talking to Adrianna, complaining about my current hairstyle.
Bree: Mommy’s not wearing ‘bee-yetts” in her ‘hay-o.’ She’s wearing a headband. I don’t like Mommy wearing a headband in her ‘hay-o.’ She needs to wear ‘bee-yetts!’
And heaven help me if I dare to leave my room with my hair completely down. She will tolerate the headband but she does not like my hair down! (In reality, it is mainly just change in general that she is not a big fan of.)
When Bree heard me get up this morning, she came into my room. She immediately noticed I had put my hair in barrettes so the very first thing she said to greet me was, “Mommy, you have bee-yetts in yo hay-o. Tank you!”