Friday, September 2, 2011
I was sitting on the steps, watching Boywonder at Auskick while Tomboy stood on the step behind me, playing with my hair.
It was very relaxing until Tomboy said, ‘Why have you got white in your hair?’
I ignored her question, hoping she’d find something else back there – nits, fleas, ticks…
But it wasn’t to be.
Slightly louder this time: ‘Mummy, why is there white hair on your head?’
I was still hoping something – anything – would distract her when she asked with a shout, ‘Mummy, why do you have white hair?!’
Tomboy’s loud vocalisation about my grey roots in desperate need of some hair dye, not only confirmed I was going grey (not to mention deaf), but brought it to the attention of everyone within a ten-metre radius.
My reply: ‘Because I have too many kids!’
A couple of weeks later while seated at the computer waiting for the hair dye on my head to do its job, Tomboy asked me why I was dying my hair.
‘To get rid of the white hair,’ I replied.
‘Oh, you didn’t tell me you had white hair,’ she said before trotting off to play.
At least I’m not suffering memory problems!