Mom's Hair

My hair has been getting much too long, and yesterday it became necessary to braid it. Sam and Jude were amazed. "Wow, Mom, what are you doing?" I sat on the floor so they could appreciate how skilled I am. Sam observed that my hair "looks like a football twisting around and around." Such flattery.

I got a haircut yesterday afternoon and my hair is significantly shorter. This morning I asked the boys if they noticed anything different about my hair. Sam looked and thought for a long minute before announcing victoriously, "It's shorter! Maybe a dragon ate it! Or maybe a tiger."

Jude's theory: "They pulled your gray hair off and put it in a coffee cup with some tea."