Reminiscing

Lately my littlest cousin has been reminding me of how I used to be when I was child. I had forgotten what childhood was like, after being in the adult world for so long and doing adult things. I was upstairs sewing and my baby cousin was sitting next to me doing something. She is the most loudest and brightest girl and is always talking. Whether it is to someone else, or to herself. I found that all of a sudden she was awfully quiet, which got me a bit worried. But, I was much too concentrating on my sewing, so I just casually asked what she was doing. This is how the conversation went:

Me: "Meimei, what are you doing?"
Her: "Jiejie, I'm going to be a hairdresser!!!!!" (squeals of joy)
Me: (my heart actually stopping for a fraction of a second, as I look over to her) "NOOOOOOO!! What are you doing??! You naughty baby!! Don't cut your hair off!! NOOOOO!!"
Her: (laughing and enjoying herself) "Now I look pretty!!!! hehehe"
Me: "No!!! Look at all this hair on the floor! Clean it up!!"

So, she went and got hte little handy broom and duster thing, and starts to mop up the floor. I praise her for being a good girl, when she does something completely unbelievable again. She takes the mopped up hair from off the tiles on the floor and starts to sprinkle it everywhere on the carpet int he living room. And she did it with such happiness on her face, I could've strangled er. So, I get mad again, telling her off for not putting the cut off hair in the bin, but all over the carpet. Then she breaks my heart by saying
"Meimei don't like jiejie anymore. Bye bye."

Well, fucking hell. At that point I felt like screaming back at her "Well yeah?, jiejie don't like meimei either, so there!" But then I would've been really childish, so I just said it in my mind lol.
The thing is, I couldn't really get mad at her, cuz I remember when I was about her age, I went off with a pair of scissors and started cutting my hair. I got in so much trouble for that. I mean, I just wanted to be like a hairdresser and make my hair all pretty. I remember the frustration on my mother's face when she had to cut me a fringe and get it straight.