Give me a head with hair

Okay, so Sean complains everytime I get Naomi's hair cut. He's even gone so far as to say to Naomi that boys won't like her if she keeps her hair short. It's not like she's got a buzz cut - it's a cute bob. Since Sean is the morning parent, and he refuses to learn how to do hair for girls, I'm okay with the short hair. Naomi got her first cut after I got tired of seeing her climb off the school bus with her hair obviously uncombed from sleeping in it the night before. Now that she's older, she can style her own hair. We started to grow it out, but when it reached her shoulders, she bugged me to have it cut until I gave in.

Last week, I started vacumning the house. It was one of those days where I couldn't stand to avoid the little areas, so I was moving furniture and going under beds, and into the walk-in closet. It was there that I met the vacumn nemesis - loose shoe string. It clogged up the muy, muy expensive Dyson that Sean bought last year. After spending an hour trying to cut the shoe string out of the brush motor with tiny manicure scissors, I had to call it quits and put the girls to bed. I later got it out and asked Sean to help me figure out how to get the stupid shoe lace out. The torque was apparently so much, that the string melted onto the spin brush thing (stop me if this gets too technical). While Sean and I are taking apart the Dyson, Sean begins exclaiming how gross all the hair wrapped around the brush is (and considering I already weed wacked out a ton of it out during my previous efforts to remove the shoestring, I don't see what he was whining about). I pointed out that hair in the vacumn brush was the consequence of girls having long hair, and wasn't he the guy always telling Naomi and Charlotte to keep their hair long?

I kid you not. He looks up at me and says, "yeah, but I'm pretty sure this is all yours."

Can't win.