So awhile back I told you all about how Mea wanted to be like her little buddies at school, and that she wanted a feather in her hair.

I really still think that this is totally ridiculous.

But, I will also tell you that I know when and where to pick my battles with my kids. 

This is one of those battles that Mea is going to win.  Just for the fact that if I hear her whine about how she, “needs a fezzer in her hair” one more freaking time, my head will most likely explode into a gazillion little pieces and I will die.

For seriously.

For an example, on Sunday while we were out and about with Mack, Mea wore a strand of Mardi Gras beads looped over one of her poofs, and swore to anyone who dared ask that it was a “fezzer” in her hair.  She truly looked ridiculous.  I am sure that many people were thinking that I was the crazy one, but really it was the lesser of two evils.  Having her pretend that the necklace was a “fezzer” bought me a little bit of sanity on a Sunday afternoon.

Now, when she wanted to wear the “fezzer” bead necklace to school I drew the line.  I said no.  I have since been dubbed the meanest Momma in all the world.

While we were getting ready this morning she started in on the stupid “fezzer” again. 

Today, I went and bought one.

I think it’s going to look really silly sticking out of her poofs. 

But when we get right down to it, she is going to think she’s hot stuff. 

I suppose that’s what matters most.



2 Comments on “Fezzer”

  1. Jen says:

    I know she can pull it off. 😉

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