... a "fortune teller" on top of a cub scout uniform.
Also around the house: Last night before dinner, Spenser announced she wanted a haircut, which she has never had (besides cutting out a few twisted knots). She was very adamant. I asked her if she'd like her hair cut like mine. At first she said "yes," then she said, "no, like Daddy's." Hmmm. Thinning on top would not look so good on her. Then she said, "no, like the boys." Again, a flat-top is probably not the best look for her.
During the conversation I promptly got up and started hiding all the scissors. Who knows what she might do. It was so sudden. (The last time I got my hair cut, I asked her if she wanted hers cut, too, and she declined.)