Last night, I decided to dye my hair. I like to change hair color occasionally and refuse to pay a professional to do it (what can I say, I’m cheap). This time, I went with burgundy. It is a kind of dark reddish brown. I love the color, but I don’t think I had enough dye. There seem to be spots of the old brown shining through.
Anyway, my follicular issues are not the subject here. The bigger issue is Libby’s reaction when she finally noticed it this morning. It completely distracted her from her current campaign to avoid school.
This Wednesday, her class is taking some kind of physical fitness test where she has to run a mile and do push ups and pull ups (I think there may be jumping jacks involved too). Libby is a very active kid, but does not like organized exercise. She can play the Wii Fit for hours, but tell her she has to run around a track with her classmates and she rebels. She spent most of the morning trying to convince me to let her stay home from school, but suddenly, in the midst of her campaign, she noticed my hair.
“Mommy, why is your hair purple?” She asked. “It’s isn’t purple, it’s burgundy.” I replied (some may think I was sidestepping the question, I believe I was clarifying). “What did you DO to you hair?” Do you notice a trend here? Does she sound more like the mommy or is it my imagination? Luckily, it completely distracted her from her campaign to stay home. She was too busy at the bus stop telling anyone who would listen, “I can’t believe my mom dyed her hair purple.”
It’s Not Purple, It’s Burgundy.