My hair. Her doll.

At the playground this weekend, my two year old son found a six year old girl friend. I was happy—instant babysitter! She followed him all over the playground and I followed her. She told me that her doll had the same haircut as me, so of course, I asked to see this doll. And she was right. I did have the same haircut as her doll. Then she told me that she gave the doll the haircut.
    
So, really what I'm thinking is — I'm paying how much money for a haircut on Newbury Street that I can get from a six year old?!!