Going through the papers from kindergarten, I came across a note saying crazy hair day was coming up. Having a boy, I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. Apparently he thought otherwise. I guess they talked about examples of what one could do for crazy hair day and different colors came up. A certain kindergartner in our house took this to heart as a must. I, on the other hand, don’t just own hair color. Grandma to the rescue!
The other one couldn’t be left out. I tried to lift chunks of hair and put it underneath so it wasn’t so obvious. It turned out more of a moldy look than anything but he was happy.
And more importantly, my fingers were green until well into the afternoon even though I wash about every half hour at work.