May 8, 2007 by Barbara.

On Saturday, Uncle Roger took Reid to get her hair cut. I wasn’t allowed to go for some reason - because would “perform” if I was there or because I’m a wimp - you’ll have to ask Aunt Karin. Aunt Karin was planning to be there, too, but she got delayed taking “other Pam’s” (not Aunt Pam’s) kid to work, which was necessary so that Pam could be around to do the hair cut. Daddy told Reid that once she was old enough to ask for a hair cut, he would take her but she never asked. This time she didn’t ask either; in fact, she said clearly, “No hair dut.” But I said she needed one. 7.5 centimetres / 3 inches of hair later, Pam asked Uncle Roger what he though. Uncle Roger said, “Her daddy will be ecstatic and her mama will be heartbroken.” I’m not sure that Ken was ecstatic - that would’ve required a brush cut, I think but I was pretty sad to see how short it was (still past the shoulders).

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May 8, 2007 by Barbara.

After we dropped Daddy off at his hotel on Thursday, Reid and I headed for Wheatley. Not long into the drive, Reid was saying that she was “hunny”, “firsty” and had to pee in succession and she ran through the list a few times. She refused the apple and green pepper I offered a few times and drank all of the water that I could reach. As it hadn’t been very long since we last went to the bathroom, I told her she’d have to wait. When she said that she was thirsty again, I told her that she wasn’t hungry or thirsty and she didn’t have to pee but that she *was* bored. Reid’s response was, “I firsty” in a whiny voice. I told her that I couldn’t reach the water and that otherwise she would have to cry and then lick the tears. Soon after, Reid let out a couple of wails and then stuck her tongue out for the tears. I wanted to laugh a bit at the sight, at the fact that she thought two wails would produce tears, and at her utter confidence in what I said being true. Then I felt bad that I had made her cry, even though I wasn’t serious. I managed to get Reid interested in some of the toys that we’d brought with us instead.  Eventually we made it to a service centre and I got Reid some food and a carton of chocolate milk. Just in case, I put two bottles of water within my reach. I don’t think she drank from either.

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