I’m sure that Lea Michele’s bangs eat all their vegetables, clean up their toys, and sleep through the night.
But my bangs aren’t as well-behaved. Sure they did what they were supposed to when they first came into my life.
But now they often get out of hand and are not as cute as they used to be.
And sometimes, I’m left with no choice and simply must put them in time-out.
And my foster-kids (clip-in bangs) just don’t feel quite right, either.
I just compared my bangs to children, in case you missed that…