
ADDITIONAL ANECDOTE: When we were small children, my siblings and I were playing outside one day. Someone got a hold of a pair of scissors. My oldest brother was never implicated in any of the crimes, but let's just say my other older brother left me with un poquito bald spot in my ponytail and I left our little sister sans bangs. Being under the age of five at the time, I refuse to accept responsibility for my actions. Although there is like a year's worth of photos of my sister with these ridiculous extra-short bangs. Our mother was PISSED. Sorry about that, kiddo.
*Believe you me, my forehead got its fair share of curling iron burns before church, I can attest to the validity of that observation. DISCLAIMER: My mother was curling my bangs, not trying to burn my forehead in an abusive manner. On at least one occasion, however, she didn't notice and when we got to church fifteen minutes later, she was like, "Why are you crying, Lauren?" But as she always said, "It's better to look good than to feel good." Thanks for that, Mom. Thanks a lot.
It's okay. I don't remember it. And I was a cute chubby toddler anyway. Or something.
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