Thursday, January 27, 2011

an honest appraisal of my hair

Dinner conversation last night:

Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?

Mom: (touching at where she was looking) "I don't think there's anything there, honey.

Kiddo Mom, what's in your hair?

Mom: (feeling again) I don't feel anything, can you get it out?

Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?

Mom: Really, I don't know, come get it out.

Daddy: I don't see anything.

Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?

(long pause)
Mom: I have curly hair, it doesn't lie flat like yours. It's just my hair.

Kiddo: Whoa.