As I’m getting ready for work today, Griffin stops by, apparently to appraise how well I’ve put myself together. This is his take:
Mom, your hair looks…(pause while he appears to search for the right word)…weird.
Excellent, because that’s the look I was going for. It is after all, Weird Hair Thursday isn’t it?
Well, it is from now on.
Who’s with me?
Come on, don’t let me be all alone with my weird hair.