Today I made an appointment to get my hair cut. And it is all my son's fault.
Yesterday my eleven-year-old boy James came to me wearing one of those 'friends-would-tell-friends-this-kind-of-thing' looks and said, "Mom, your hair is getting kind of...(Insert pause while he wonders how to say this without me killing him.)...big."
Since I was already feeling like Simba...I was online making an appointment as soon as possible.
Kids, gotta love them.