Jonah comes downstairs.
“Mama, look at our hair!”
It’s all nice and brushed and I had heard them playing around in the bathroom so I say “Did you get your hair wet and brush it?”
Owen replies, “No, we’re trying to cut it ourselves!”
Jonah adds, “But none of the scissors are working.”
So I’m watching an old Ricky Lake show in the background, and the title is something along the lines of ‘Girl, you need to get rid of that hootchie weave!’. You can imagine the way these women look with more hair on their heads than fabric covering their ample behinds. At least they have confidence, but that’s another post.
Owen says, “Mama, those girls are very beautiful.”
I am afraid for my future daughter in law!
Eddy, that’s who!! A little souvenir from LA. I always knew my husband was a star…