Like Mother, Like Daughter

I have really long hair, and it can get messy looking fairly quickly. SO, if I'm going somewhere and Travis hugs me, a lot of times I say, "Please don't mess up my hair." Apparently, I say that more than I realize.

Last night, Sage was putting up a fight to go to sleep, and Travis went in her room one more time. When he came back he was laughing. He said, "She is JUST like you." He had gone in to give her a kiss on the forehead, and when he did, she said, "OHHH!!! You messed up my HAIRCUT!"