Keianna (age 3) was evidently quite impressed with yesterday’s expedition. As she began recounting her experience this morning, I scrambled over to my keyboard to capture her bubbling monologue.

"Yesterday we got haircuts. We went to the haircut place and all got hair cuts. Not Keegan, and not Kieran: Girls got haircuts. Girls and Daddy-boy. Daddy is a big boy, not a girl. Mommy is a girl, she got her hair cut. Little boys didn’t get haircuts, just Daddy because he is soooooo big. Mommy cuts Keegan’s hair.

Kieran cuts his own hair maybe? Nooooo. Mommy doesn’t let him have scissors, he would cut his ear off. I don’t cut my hair, or my ears or any noses. Scissors are no-no except for paper. Keegan thinks Mommy is going to cut his ears off sometimes when she cuts hair. He is naughty boy and does not sit still for mommy to cut.

I did not cry for my haircut. Daddy didn’t cry either. Kaira didn’t cry and Kendra didn’t cry. Mommy did you cry for your haircut? I did not see you.

 

Kaira got her hair cut longer yesterday, and it is longer now.

After we went in the van from the haircut place Daddy went in a pizza store and got pizza for hungry girls. I ate pizza. Rrroar! I am a hungry KeiannaSaurus!"