There is nothing like becoming a mama to keep me humble. Let me explain…
I was hanging out in my son’s room, reading books. We were just shooting the breeze and then the following conversation went down.
Son: Mommy, you have string in you hair.
Me: I do?
Son: Yeah, can I touch it?
Me: Sure, baby
We kept playing. Then, he obviously distracted, says again Mommy, you have string in you hair.
I’m thinking what’s with this string? Is there really a string?
Me: What color is the string, baby?
Me: (dryly) Oh
I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was my hair. Must he point out that mama is rocking WAY too many strands of white hair these days? I’m pretty sure a few of these have his name on them.