Out of the mouths of babes and Jacob

I had my hair cut this morning, nothing drastic, just a trim. I think the salon must be trying to flog straighteners as the hairdresser made a big push to get me to agree to using them to finish off my hair even though I wasn't keen. Anyway, as expected (I have a pair myself that I use v infrequently) my hair ended up iron straight but completely lifeless and not really me at all.

I knew that Doug didn't like - it was obvious in the way he avoided commenting on it, but the look on Jacob's face was priceless - he really didn't know what to make of a mummy with this "new hair". So I asked him "do you like it?". He was quiet for a few seconds and then said "No. Mummy, can you go back to the hairdressers and get your old hair back?".

Nuff said :)