From the mouths of babes

I, as you may know, have lots of hair. It's naturally curly and very, very, very thick. Because of this fact it takes forever to dry, especially in the frigid months. It's nearing the time when I can think about straightening my hair since it's not very humid. (FYI: My hair + humidity+ straightened = not a pretty sight) On Friday morning I awoke and dreaded the fact of running to school with a damp head of hair so, low and behold, I decided to straighten it.

I delightfully forgot how fun it is to be around the kids the first time I straighten my hair. At least one or two will make a comment about it and, most of the time, they are humorous comments...mainly because they notice that something is different but apparently don't have the words yet to describe what they see as different. I shall delight you with their comments from Friday:

S: Did you straighten your hair?
Me: Yes, I did.
S: It looks like you got a hair cut!

A: Your hair is beautiful!

This was by far one of the funniest:

I open the door Friday morning and let the first group of families inside. E is walking in with his dad. E looks up at me and I say "Good morning E!" E stops, looks up at his dad and whispers: "That's not my teacher!"