I dyed my son's hair black. He deserved it. I mean that in the nicest possible way.
He wanted it black, and I have been saying "no," But I gave in.
I told him that it will go back to a normal color for the school year. Because we home school, and what would his teacher think?
Weird hair is kind of my thing, you know. Before I had long, conservative hair, I had a variety of styles. A Mohawk. Burgundy color, green, pink, platinum. So, my son comes by it honestly, is what I'm sayin'.
And I am thinking about a tattoo. Have I told you this? I want one to commemorate my black belt. Maybe. A very small one.
I think I have a little rebellious side that surfaces from time to time in my little homemaker's world. There's not much to rebel against, in truth. I just like a little fun now and again.
I lose you all when I don't write for a couple days, don't I?
3 comments:
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kjp
Ooh - I want a picture... what son?
I want a tattoo. Asia wants a tattoo. When we were in Florida before the cruise, we went into a tattoo parlor and looked at all the designs. That's the hardest thing, choosing what to get... and where. How would you ever decide?
Okay. Seriously. The picture.
I say GO BLACK M'! I mean, if he wants to self-express, at least he's choosing something like hair, that can be easily changed back. I remember certain cousins of mine (no names to be mentioned) who had a gazillion earrings. That is more permanent, although not tattoo permanent, so I think hair is a great way to let a kid try things out. Just my thoughts on it all.
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