kid: (with look of alarm, seeing dark red colored stuff dripping down my neck): mommy?!? wha…
me: i’m making my hair a different color
me: because i like red
kid: (brightening, as this is his favorite color) oh! that’s my favorite color. what’s your favorite color?
kid: why don’t you make it beige?
me: um …
you know, i really did consider blonde this time, but i spent age 15-30 being blonde, and hating the whole roots all the time thing, and besides, the reds these days are so very interesting. herbal essences ruby something (it was on sale at vons).
after this, i’m going to brunch with my daughter, and her friend’s mom who’s an old friend of mine too, not a talking on the phone kind of friend, just a fellow mom i’ve known for a decade or so, and there will be all you can drink cheap champagne. things might get drunk around here in a bit. and yes there will be pictures.
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later – kid comes into room in ratty, old “born to be wild … california” tshirt and a pair of sweats with a hole in the knee.
me: you’re not wearing that
me: becuse it’s stained and unraveling and has holes in it.
me: you have cute clothes, and you’re going to wear them.
kid: oh man. this is going to be the worst day of my life.
should be noted i also told him there would be no food fight this time. sigh.