When he first saw me after my haircut, he could not accept that my once wavy waist length hair is now straight shoulder length. These words were hurled at me:
"Mama, why you cut your hair? Now you look like a chicken!!!"
Hah??? Really that bad meh???
"You don't look like mama anymore. I don't want to call you mama; I will call you jie jie now!!!"
Adoi... like that also can? He was clearly VERY upset and buried his head on hubby's shoulder, sulking. When he had to look my way, he covered his eyes with a hankerchief. I went over to coax him and explained that my old hair was getting very heavy and hot, so I got to chop them off; it'll grow back, don't worry. His response?
"Mama, you so naughty. Why you didn't ask me first before you cut your hair?"
Then he started to soften, and pleaded:
"Next time when you want to cut your hair, please ask me first, ok? Promise?"
Alamak... see, he thinks he owns my hair. You know what I'm looking forward to? The day when he grows up and the girlfriend comes complaining to me about him not letting her cut her hair... hahaha, now THAT would be interesting!
I went to have my unruly hair fixed on Tuesday night. After spending 3 painful hours at the salon, I noticed I was having chills, sneezes and a slight sorethroat. The next morning, the flu was a full-blown one and my throat was really sore; I must have caught a bug at the salon :-(. Doctor's orders was to monitor the flu and look out for any rise in temperature for the next 48 hours (in case it's H1N1... choi choi choi!!!). So, here I am, wearing a mask (even to bed!), just to be safe.
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