You Broke My Heart.

 Brooke's new thing to say to Ryan or I when she has gotten in trouble, and she is crying is:

" You broke my heart".

All that is required is to give her a big hug, and it makes her little broken heart all better.

Last night we were all hanging down in the basement, when all the sudden I hear...

"Where did this hair come from?!"

Oh that is never a good sign, and I immediately new what had just went down.

I tried not to loose it, walked over to Ryan standing over Brooke, holding a pair of scissors.

She decided to take matters into her own hands, and give her self a new do:

A nice little chopper-oo to the hair.

I told Brooke she had broken my heart because we were trying so hard to grow it out long like a princess. She came over, sat in my lap and gave my the biggest hug for like a minute or so.

She then turns to me and says:

" Mom, are you all better? Did I un break your heart?!"

Oh how can that little lady not melt your heart?! Of course I was still so mad, and sad inside, but I told her my heart was better. She ran off happy.

And while she has a whole in her hair, it will grow. Eventually.