sometimes

sometimes, I impulsively ask my sister to cut 2 inches off my hair in my mom & dad's kitchen. 

 then sometimes, I wait to see what my husband, whom I promised I would not cut my hair, will say.

p.s. he hasn't noticed yet.

and sometimes, I give Rachel poprocks. and laugh as she looks utterly panicked.

then I am relieved as she grows to enjoy them.