More genetic evidence that he's really mine

For as long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with the idea of becoming a hair stylist. The fantasy of tossing the 9-5 lifestyle to attend the Aveda Institute in Minneapolis will forever be my dream.

When I was younger, all of my Barbies had custom cuts. My sister was my life size doll to practice my skills. I even convinced my mom and BFF to let me work my magic on there heads.

A couple of weeks ago, I discovered Baby Bear had gotten ahold of his sister's My Little Ponies and gave them a couple of buzz cuts, evidence that he would share my obsession for providing the world with perfect coiffes.

Then on Friday, I was greeted by Vidal Sassoon when I got to day care.