The following conversation took place tonight at the Zumwalt home:
Karson: "Hey Campbell, do you see this doll? Her name is Dora. She has brown hair like Mommy."
Mommy: "My hair is not the color of Dora's."
Karson: "Well, your pony tail is yellow, but up here (pointing to the top of my head) it's brown...no it's black!"
This seems to be a theme in my life. Perhaps it's because I am the world's worst about waiting too long to get my hair highlighted. In my own defense, it's usually a budget thing!
I remembered tonight about another incident similar to this one. Right before Karson was born, I was still teaching 3rd grade. I had read somewhere that it was not good to get your hair highlighted while you were pregnant (something about the chemicals or something). Anyway, I was about 8 months pregnant, and let me say, the roots were pretty bad. I had this sweet little Asian girl in my class, and one day during Social Studies she raised her hand. Now, you must read this and try to hear a very thick, 3rd grade, Asian accent:
"Mrs. Zumwalt, you hair...it going to da black."
I'm in a wedding at the end of August, so I'm needing to wait it out a bit longer. I want my highlight to be fresh for the wedding. In the mean time, if you see me and my hair is a bit "poofier" than normal, just know that I'm trying to hide my roots! :)