Ethan has a hair fetish. He will twirl hair my until it comes out at the roots. At night when I go in to check on him before I go to bed, if I stir him at all...he reaches for my hair. At first when he was a baby, it was sweet and endearing. More than three years later...I am over it. In light of my recent hair cut, he had this to say to me...
Ethan {contemplative} - Mom, why'd you get that short hair?
Me {chipper} - Because I wanted to. Do you like it?
Ethan {firmly} - No. I like regular hair.
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