You have to appreciate how willing children are to help you learn things you obviously didn’t already know.
For instance, this morning, my precious nine-year old did just that. I stopped at the ATM for gas money. My daughter watched me walk up to the ATM and then back again. Upon entering the car, she said, “well, it seems we are both having a bad hair day”.
When I objected and said, “HEY! My hair is not that bad this morning”, she countered with, “have you seen the back?”.
I will be the first to admit that I didn’t spend an enormous amount of time on my hair this morning. I did flat iron the front and then bits and pieces in the back, where it’s shorter, but having “fluff” works with this cut. I guess the “fluff” was the bad part.
I love having a pint-sized fashionista living with me. I am not quite sure how I have made it through 40+ years being one gigantic fashion faux pas. What would I do without her?
Out of the mouth of babes. Wondering at this point if they keep anything in?