I dyed my hair red last night. The color is somewhere south of fire engine red, and north of auburn brown. Not quite obnoxious but definitely not occurring in nature.
Today when I picked Ian up from day care he declared, "Mommy, I love your hair!"
So I asked him what color it was.
He looked at me and grinned mischievously, "blue!"
"No, it's not blue" I said.
"Purple, it purple!" he declared proudly.
Oh man, maybe I should go back to brown.
Monday, November 07, 2011
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give it some time. I was in shock when I did mine but I ended up getting so many compliments and after the color calmed down after a few washes I ended up liking it too. Ian you are too funny-blue haha
ReplyDeleteNah, less you should go back to brown and more you should work with Ian on his colors. And maybe some lessons about how to compliment a lady!
ReplyDeleteBut, does it matter what color it is as long as he loves it?