Early today, as the kids gobbled down their breakfast muffins, I stood at the sink just letting the morning breeze hit my face as I slowly sipped my coffee.
The air still felt unusually cool for this time of year, as it has for the last few mornings, but there was also a hint of the typical humidity that had been missing.
I muttered something to the effect of, “and then the days of good hair in the summer ended almost as quickly as they began…” because I like cream, sugar and drama with my morning joe.
My son didn’t wait to finish chewing what was in his mouth before he asked, “What are you saying, Mom?”
“It feels humid again,” I replied plainly as I watched the dog feasting on the crumbs around his chair.
“Yeah,” my daughter chimed in, “Now Mom will have Poooooony hair today!”
“Pony hair? What is Pony hair?” I regretfully asked the newly turned 4yr old.
“Your hair looks like my pink pony’s hair. It’s fluffy…no, it’s really fluffy, and you can’t even brush it. If you try you will lose your brush. It gets stuck in the fluff,” she elaborated.
I turned around slowly, glancing into the family room where the pink pony resides in the corner doll house, and sadly I knew what she was saying was true.
I have Pony Hair.
Pony Hair (/ˈpōnē/ /he(ə)r/) – When human hair resembles synthetic toy pony hair often displaying several key characteristics such as frizz, fluff, and the inability to run a brush through it.
That’s a big dose of reality at 7:30am. How’s your day going? Leave me a comment, I’d love to hear from you!