Yesterday was a bad hair day. Since having Lucy, my hair has become thick and coarse. After more than 30 years of fine, thinnish hair, I'm learning how to deal with an altogether unfamiliar mop on my head. I'm not complaining--to the contrary, it is refreshing to finally have enough hair--especially since I am now reaching the point where I have to yank a few every few days as they stubbornly insist upon turning gray. I cut my hair short on Labor Day last year, and lately have been attempting to grow it out again--wearing it in a very short bob that I straighten most days. Left to its own devices, it likes to drift into a bouncy sort of bowl shape. I had more or less left it to its own devices yesterday.
At supper, Chad told me I looked a little like Mindy (of Mork and Mindy fame--how's that for showing our age?) While on the subject, Sam looked at Chad and said, "Dad, if you took off your glasses and wore a hat, you would look like Indiana Jones," (they've been watching the original lately). Now, my husband is a good looking man, but its a bit of a stretch to say he resembles a young Harrison Ford. Sensing that Sammy was in a generous mood, I asked him, "Who does Mommy look like?"
He thought for a minute, tilting his cute, curly head and narrowing his eyes. They lit up as it came to him, "Dora!" he cried proudly.
Love that kid!
ReplyDelete