This weekend, The Mama got her hair done. Finally. I’ve been rocking the same look for nearly two years, and the time had come. Now, we’re not talking about a little trim here. No, this was a major change: bangs. And it looks damn good, if I do say so myself.
The Kidling was less than convinced. When she first saw me, she smiled in greeting before her face fell. “I liked you better without those,” she informed me.
“You’ll get used to them,” I replied. The look in her eyes told me that was not likely.
Later, I told The Kidling we looked alike now, since we both had fringe on our foreheads. Clearly I was reaching, but I thought–perhaps–making the fringe seem more familiar might lead to less animosity. Right?
We walked to a mirror and studied our reflections. A moment passed before I noticed, “You can see my gray hairs now!”
“That’s too bad,” The Kidling responded.
“Oh no,” I corrected, “I like them. They’re sparkly!”
The Kidling shook her head, “The older you get, the less you’ll like them.”
How does this chiłd know everything?
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Too funny!!!
I have come to expect the unexpected from this child o’ mine, but this comment surprised even The Mama. And yes, it made me giggle. 🙂
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I like the bangs! The kidding is correct, the older you get the less you like those gray hairs, then you get used to them or dye to match other colors still there!
Thanks, Ma. I do refuse to believe you on the latter point. I am going to like these sparkles even when my whole damn head is sparkly!
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
My daily dose of Alice is my guarantee that there is a smile in the day..
Mine too. 🙂
She told you, didn’t she? I love it! I’m officially going to start calling all my gray hairs “sparkly” hairs instead. The best part is that you came up with “sparkly,” not the Kidling. P.S. I have MISSED you. I took a bit of a hiatus from the blog world, but it’s good to be back and reading your blog again. 🙂
I credit a dear friend from law school as the source for my optimistic “sparkles” designation. And, for what it’s worth, I think you are allowed to take hiatus when you are writing a book! If only I could have such commitment. Brava, CCL.
You’re too kind. I’m going to wash my sparkly hair now…
Enjoy it. Sparkles are awesome. And sparkly.
Children know everything because they know nothing–no boundaries, no “truths.” One of mine told a stranger last week that I’ve got hair on my tummy. That got a hesitant laugh. Enjoy the sparkles.
Agreed. I have said something very similar with regard to The Kidling’s pure, unsullied vision of her world. It is a beautiful world indeed.
Enjoying the sparkles. “For now,” if you asked The Kidling. Into perpetuity if you ask me.
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