I took my youngest, soon-to-be middle child, to the Curiosity Museum yesterday. This is huge. With his mom (me) in the woes of morning sickness aka all-day sickness/pregnancy tiredness for a long time now, he has had to resign himself to morning shows, playdough, and ruling the house. I mean, it's not all bad. He pretty much eats and does whatever he wants. However, I decided we needed to do something, get out, be normal! I asked him where he wanted to go and he told me the Curiosity Museum, so that's where we went.
As I walked up to the check-in desk to show my pass, the nice young man behind the desk said, "I like your hair." It has been a long time since a guy in his early 20's told me he liked my hair. I mean, I like my hair. I like being a redhead and I have learned to appreciate its curliness. My hair is also getting more white hairs amid the red. (Fun fact: Redheads don't go gray because we don't have the pigment to do so. We go white!) Anyway, I try to play off these whites as highlights. I don't think it is working, but I'm taller than most of my friends, so I figure they can't see the top of my head anyway. That is as long as I never sit down...
Anyway, I looked up to see this friendly fellow had the exact same length and corkscrew curls as me. His hair was more brown, but we basically had the same haircut. I said, "Hey, I like your hair too! Yay for curly hair!" In my social awkwardness, I almost gave him a high five to celebrate that we were hair twins, but I refrained. However, he was nice enough, I think he would have gone with it.
I recognize this compliment came because it was kind of like looking in the mirror, hair-wise, but I'm going to take it! Thanks, young mister, who I feel like calling young man to emphasize those white strands of hair I'm getting these days. You made my day!
 |
| A picture to prove I did something fun with this poor, neglected child. |
Comments
Post a Comment