I would like to show you some pictures of my early childhood...after viewing them you will probably understand more about my neurosis.
I was an awkward child. It started young. My brother affectionately refers to this picture as "Stroke Baby."
I had unmanageable hair. HAD. Ahem. Stop laughing! It's *almost* under control now!
So my mother simply dealt with it the best way she knew how.
I retreated to the solace of my books...
...and magazines... (Am I really checking out the centerfold of a car parts magazine? Why yes I am!)
But eventually I had to rejoin society with a bowl cut.
And I was not happy about it. But nevertheless, the short hair stayed.
Meanwhile I started wearing skimpy tube tops to family egg hunts. I think I was just acting out. I am a middle child! It's what we do!
So, friends, let that be a lesson to you. Cut your child's hair into a bowl cut and she will act out. Notice that there are no half clothed pictures of my angelic sister stomping around with an egg basket. You know why?? 'Cause she had long hair, that's why!