Recovering from my first attempt at cutting my own hair!
The dress is another story. I was driving with my mother and father when suddenly I insisted that they stop right now
take me into that dress shop over there. My dad pulled into the lot and my mom took me in. I found the rack that held my size, pointed at this dress, and my mom bought it for me. The whole event still makes no sense to me, but serves to show the enormous power that the whims of small insane children can have over some parents.
(c) fussy.org 2004