When I was little, I wasn't really allowed to dye my hair crazy colours, but if I wanted blonde bits or highlights or to cut my hair, I could. I used to get tired of my hair and just cut bits off. I can't remember the last time my parents actually told me what to do with my hair. When my age was in single digits, certainly.
Anyway, my parents didn't get mad at me for changing my hair or for getting new shoes dirty on the playground.
Basically, I don't understand why any parent would care.
~adventures in watching mad men, continue~
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