Recap:
"I'm six now," I pouted and she laughed, "Yes but you a sneaky six-year-old being when I am sure you can do it all by yourself without being watched and checked over. You will do it all by yourself," she said. "You promise?" I asked and she stopped her actions to look at me and nod. "I promise you, my little Jameson," she swore and placed a kiss on my forehead.
"Your hairs getting long, we need to get it trimmed again," she whispered and I shook my head. "I want my hair to grow," I said and she looked at me surprised. "Why? Long hair is a lot of work and it gets in your face a lot, are you sure you want that?" she asked and I nodded. "Maybe we can start also when you are seven, that way you can take care of it yourself," she said and I shook my head. Not wanting to have it cut again.
