BIGSEXYHAIR

Picture this:

A Mother is making dinner.

(Impossibly Easy Cheeseburger Pie if you must know)

A nearly two year old boy is crying and hanging on her leg.

Three children are watching Clifford in the disaster-area known as the Living Room.

One child-the almost three-year-old female, was last seen (3 minutes ago), riding her Dora bike on the fenced in driveway. Mother puts down her spatula, because she hasn't seen the bike make it's NASCAR-like speed rotation pass the kitchen window since three minutes ago. She goes outside to find said daredevil, and cannot locate her.

And then, stepping out of the backdoor with a look and a strut that unmistakably says "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" comes the missing child.

The sun is literally shining down upon her head, causing a blinding reflection off the top of it. I look closer, thinking her hair is looking awfully shiny.

And then, as she comes to me, I feel it.

Concrete has felt softer.

And then the mother goes inside to find this:

One of the two monstrous bottles of BIGSEXYHAIR she once purchased at Costco 'cause she didn't feel like /have time to make a second stop at CVS.

Being as the mother loves "big hair", this concoction that promises to "Spray and Play Harder" is a good thing. Unless found sitting out on the bathroom counter when she had it up in the closet.

Not even a chance.

No brush could have dreamt of it's bristles making it's way through these strands.

Not even the gusty "Irene" could have ruffled these shellacked "feathers".

I was hopeful she really, really liked the style she had sprayed it in, for it might stay like that until her 15th birthday. ROCK.HARD.



When you feel like a knock-out on the inside,

 it's hard not to show it on the outside.

Yes, it takes all kinds of little personalities to make the world go 'round (and keep Clairol's hair coloring branch in business)...and I am grateful that I have five of them who keep my world wildly spinning.

Here's to feeling beautiful!