the hairless ghost

The other day, The Kidling was wrapping herself in a blanket. She was, of course, pretending to be a ghost.


Once she had successfully enshrouded her tiny form with the soft, white fleece, she began to furiously push her hair out of her face and under the blanket. As you might expect, The Mama inquired as to what exactly The Kidling was up to. I was earnestly informed that “Ghosts don’t have hair. Not even ghosts with underwear.”

Thank goodness we cleared that up.