Mid-length hair is a pain. I’ve had a shoulder-length bob for years, and no one with these hamster cheeks should consider going shorter still. So I’m growing it, v e e e e r y slowly, and it’s in that middle phase where I can’t do much with it except cultivate an uncanny resemblance to a cocker spaniel.
(In all seriousness. Curling tongs, thanks for being you.)
Of course, if you’re Henry, mid-length hair is hysterical.
I think it’s because he doesn’t have much himself.
I could listen to that laugh all day.