My son hid himself in the blankets of our bed yesterday. He shouted out, "Mom, Dad come I'm lost, come find me!" I whispered, "If I were a sibling I would pop him on the head and say, 'looks like I found you.' " My husband looked at me with puzzlement, " I wouldn't have done that. I don't think my siblings would have done that. What kind of family did you come from?" I gave him a deer in head lights stare-- hmmmm, I thought: a pack of hyenas, blame the brothers, lack of supervision in the home, is he serious, am I just cruel, what for the love is the right answer here? I never did answer the question. He could have been dead on fooling me. Or, he could be right, what kind of family did I come from? Or, worse, do I just have spontaneous evil that springs from the dark recesses of my heart?...........still waiting, guess I just don't have an answer.
Who got that red hair? So, I am getting older and I had my third baby. There was only one answer, I had to dye my hair and run a race. When I gazed at my magenta head, I lost confidence. The picture does not really capture the Easter Egg nature of my hair. As I thought about it, if one cannot handle bright hair then what could I handle? My Dad asked me if it was "trollop red". My response would be to run off and dye it green.
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