I got a speeding ticket trying to get to daycare on time. (Scheduling is a killer. I need at least 6 more hours in a day to not be rushed.)
I was late to daycare anyway.
Claire ran down the hall and was quiet for like 30 seconds while I was cooking dinner.
I hollared, and she came running. I did not investigate.
Then, in the bathroom… I saw this.
I asked Claire if she cut her hair. She looked at me with her big innocent eyes, smiled sweetly and said “Yep! I did!”
It’s on the very top of her head, so it’s not fixable.
At least it will grow back.
And tomorrow, is NOT today and that is a good thing.
Too bad it’s not Friday yet.