Monday's Memory
A late one, but it's still Monday!
I remember when I was in third grade, I got all my hair chopped off and permed. Then, I accompanied either my mother or my grandmother to a doctor's visit and I was waiting in the waiting room. I think I was jumping around and being rather annoying. There was one other patient, an older gentleman who stated, "Little boy!"
I turned around and stated emphatically, "I'm not a little boy, I'm a little girl!"
Yep. That's how short my hair was. Never again!
I remember when I was in third grade, I got all my hair chopped off and permed. Then, I accompanied either my mother or my grandmother to a doctor's visit and I was waiting in the waiting room. I think I was jumping around and being rather annoying. There was one other patient, an older gentleman who stated, "Little boy!"
I turned around and stated emphatically, "I'm not a little boy, I'm a little girl!"
Yep. That's how short my hair was. Never again!