On hairdressers and God

Remember when Todd suggested that Daddy ask God to stop making his beard grow, so he wouldn't have to shave anymore? Apparently God is good for Mommy's grooming needs, too!

I was absent-mindedly musing about my notorious Helly hairs when Todd piped up that he didn't like all those hairs floating around, getting into and onto everything and anything. I agreed with him fully.

He then suggested I cut my hair short. I told him I would love to, but I had trouble finding a good hairstylist, since everyone I'd ever visited always did my hair wrong. I told him it was hard to find someone who could cut my hair short and not make me look like a boy, or worse.

Todd, ever resourceful, came up with the perfect solution for finding a hairdresser:

"You can ask God to help you!"

He then went on to elaborate:

"God speaks to you through your heart. So he spoke to my heart, and I heard it go through my ear and into my brain!"

Fascinating!