Everyone's a Critic

On Friday, I sat down to get a haircut and decided to do more than the usual "just barely trim the split ends". By the end, I had a brand new look 2-3 inches shorter than before I arrived. It's a not-quite-Posh-Spice and not-as-blonde-as-Jenny-McCarthy bob.

Little did I know that my haircut was going to cause such a disturbance in the force.

Picking up Ben from school:
B: (looks me up and down) Uhh.. Mommy? You look weird.

A few minutes later:
B: Mom, you just look like someone I don't know. Put your real hair back on.