tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602896217001030036.post4473187714202581436..comments2023-09-15T00:56:03.245-07:00Comments on Finding My Voice: Alone TimeDana Danehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06065942935259619884noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602896217001030036.post-57329595122409345362008-01-09T12:24:00.000-07:002008-01-09T12:24:00.000-07:00your lucky your daughter did not make you look lik...your lucky your daughter did not make you look like a new zealand warrior! lol. I have had a somewhat similar incident. My wife told me she was going to be out, okay fine. I got up early with my little girl. We watched cartoons, I fed her, she played, and I was beading. I remember my wife saying don't fall asleep or don't sleep in too late because you have to watch baby, -I fell asleep. Next thing you know I hear that familiar sceeee sceee scee... the sound scissors make when cutting hair, -slowly. like every little piece of hair is thick as horse hair. I wake up groggy and my daughter has scissors, I ask her if I was asleep long, and she said, look daddy! your like *Narnia! and she cut a patch out of my hair. *Being from the movie Chronicles of Narnia, where they cut off the Lions Hair. To this day my wife laughs her ass of about this thought.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com