Sophie and I played “hair salon” today. I sit on the floor of her room while she brushes and puts barrettes in her dolls’ hair, waiting my turn. When my turn comes she tries to brush it but quickly becomes frustrated, because of the curls. Then she sticks some barrettes near the bottom of my hair, says “It’s beautiful!” and then I get up and finish cleaning the kitchen.
Except today, I forgot about the barrettes.
Three hours later, I took Sophie to ballet and hip hop at the Y.
It wasn’t until the kids’ bath, when Andy walked up behind me and started tugging on a barrette, asking “What’s this about?” that I remembered.
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.” —Mark Twain