The hairdresser asked me if I wanted to keep some of his hair and I said "no, that's okay" and she gave me a look of horror. Self-consciously, I changed my mind immediately and said "okay, I'll keep some" (as if this change of heart would redeem myself in her eyes.) So, now I have pieces of Jacob's hair in a plastic lunch baggy. You'd think they would give you a special box or something?
BEFORE:
DURING:
AFTER (YAY!):
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