If you caught the very few photos I’ve published, you would know I’m blonde. I like being blonde. I’ve been blonde all my life, except for a night of wild blue hair, the second color I would choose for myself. After a brief of stint of wanting red curly hair or straight black hair, which ended because my dad threatened to shave me bald if I tried and my mom convinced me that I would lose my beautiful varied highlights, I have enjoyed being blonde. But once I accepted it, it dawned on me I would lose it and become a brunette like my mom and brothers. I refused to give in without a fight.
So I started putting lemon juice. When I didn’t have time to squeeze a lemon, I sprayed Sun-In on my hair. That is my secret weapon that I don’t tell anyone. Though my mom calls it cheating. But she dyes her hair golden brown.
So the other day as I was spraying my hair, Sean came into watch me.
Sean: Mommy! Spray my hair!
Sean: I want to be like you!
Um, really? But you have beautiful brown hair to match your brown eyes. Why would you want to change that? Oooooh. Right.
Me: Not today, Sean.
Sean: Ok! I want juice!
Maybe I’m too psychological for me own good. And my son needs to learn his manners.