This morning, my brother and his wife brought my niece over pretty early in the morning. I could hear her come into the house. She's not exactly a quiet or shy girl. I heard her ask a number of questions about me.
When I finally meandered out of my room, I was still in my PJs. I wore my glasses and hadn't done anything to my hair. My niece gave me a hug and then told me, "I don't like your hair." Granted, my hair was a little frazzled, sticking up in various spots. But she didn't need to TELL me just how bad it looked.
The truth is, over Thanksgiving Break, I went through a rather tragic hair cutting process. I started to look like Haley Mills. No joke. I'm talking about the bob from the original Parent Trap, the one that makes her look a bit like a mushroom head.
I'm hoping that my hair catastrophe will soon settle down, but for now, I grin through the terrible bashing from my three-year-old niece.
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