One afternoon this weekend, after being neglected at home, The Pixie begged for freedom. She wanted to go up the street to play with the neighbor girls. Their house is funner.
I said, “Sure, and if their mom says they can’t play today – just play in their yard for a while before you come back home.”
So she got on her shoes.
She got on her jacket.
She looked in the bathroom mirror and said, “Oh man – I have to go looking like this.”
Her hair hadn’t been brushed for a few days…Well, I think a few days. I’m not sure. I’m losing track.
But it certainly had not been brushed that morning. She was sprouting two fountains.
So, she pulled on the right fountain and an old rubberband came out. She brushed those hairs down and looked in the mirror again.
Then I heard her say…”That’s good.”
And off she went.
P.S. Neighbor mom took pity and let her stay.
P.P.S She was still in her jammie shirt.