30 April 2006
gender is the least of it
Five: "Mama!!! Lookit me!!! I did it alllll by myself!"
A broad yellow plastic headband with raggedy chunks of hair popping up all across it (relic of his recent self-inflicted haircut), an off-center straggly pony tail sticking fence-rail straight out from the back of his head, and topped off at the end with little tiny clips which are falling off at irregular intervals and which will surely embed themselves into my unsuspecting bare feet in the dead of this upcoming night.
Me: "Um. Oh. Nice, honey, very nice."
Five: "Can I do this to Fred too?"
Fred is a cat.
Me: "NO!"
Five: "OK. No problem."
He turns to run back down the hallway, revealing a lovely Busby Berkeley-esque starlike pattern on the back of his head made by pushing a pencil, a sharpie, and a crochet hook under the lopsided pony tail.
And me with no idea what pile of goo my camera is currently living under.....
A broad yellow plastic headband with raggedy chunks of hair popping up all across it (relic of his recent self-inflicted haircut), an off-center straggly pony tail sticking fence-rail straight out from the back of his head, and topped off at the end with little tiny clips which are falling off at irregular intervals and which will surely embed themselves into my unsuspecting bare feet in the dead of this upcoming night.
Me: "Um. Oh. Nice, honey, very nice."
Five: "Can I do this to Fred too?"
Fred is a cat.
Me: "NO!"
Five: "OK. No problem."
He turns to run back down the hallway, revealing a lovely Busby Berkeley-esque starlike pattern on the back of his head made by pushing a pencil, a sharpie, and a crochet hook under the lopsided pony tail.
And me with no idea what pile of goo my camera is currently living under.....
