Wednesday, February 23, 2011

February 23

It all started last week when I went to get my bangs trimmed ("fringe maintenance" is what the salon calls it).  My stylish handed Matthew a comb (with my permission), and he was in love.  It's definitely a new favorite word.  This picture shows what Matthew did when I asked him, "Can you comb your hair?"  His methods weren't very effective, but he had the right idea.

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