
I don't want to talk about it.
That's right I don't want to talk about how I decided to ever so slightly trim the baby's bangs before church.
Michael doesn't want to talk about all the comments he got when he took the baby and his new bangs to Sunday School.

I don't want to
talk about the fact that after church I decided to try to fix it, and well . . . I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to talk about the fact that he looks more like a girl now than he did before.
But mostly, I don't want to talk about the fact that every time I look at him I cry a little because I miss his curls.