All I've heard today is mom going on and on about my curls. She's sort of obsessed.
I mean, I know they're pretty cute and all. But if I were going to yammer on and on about something it would probably be about how cute squirrels are or how delicious boobie-flavored boobies are. (Yes, I still like them, stop judging me.)
But no... All I hear is, "Oh Juj, your curls just kill me today."
If I had known she'd be so excited about them, I would have gotten a perm months ago. Then I could have been all, "Hey mom, I have curls, I'm so cute, BUY ME SOME TOYS!"