Jun 19, 2007 11:23
My son is fascinated with playing with my hair. It's shoulderlength, curly and dark(it sounds nice when I describe it like that although I often look like I've received some sort of electric shock if I haven't stuck enough product on it). This morning he decided he was going to "sort your hair out for you mummy"
He grabbed handfuls and supposedly pulled it straight, then moved big chunks from one side of my head to the other. I normally have a parting - not anymore! When he'd finally plastered the last bit behind my ear, he stood back, surveyed his work and said:-
"There, now you look like a woodlouse, Mummy!"
How in hell am I supposed to turn that into a compliment? I suppose if John Lennon could be the Walrus, I could be the Woodlouse. Time for a song I think......