I was fixing Abigail's hair yesterday and she asked me to do two braids. Here is the conversation that followed.
Me: Do you want two big braids with all your hair?
Abigail: Yeah two big ones. Not two little ones in the front cause that reminds me of a two year old.
Me: But two big braids doesn't remind you of a two year old?
Abigail: (with a thick country girl accent) No two big braids reminds me of a farmer girl, helping her Uncle Billy milk the cows and take care of the chickens.
She really put a lot of thought into her hair that day.
I couldn't get him to smile for anything.
He looks scared to death in this picture.