My granddaughter sports a T-shirt that says: “Wild Hair – Don’t Care.” I want one.
When I was little, my mother would make me banana curls. But since I was a teen, I have spent my time blowing my hair straight. This time I went into the hair salon and showed them a picture of my 3-YEAR-OLD GRANDDAUGHTER. “I want hair like that,” I explained.
Well, they did a fabulous matching color job AND they gave me back my curly hair.
When we walk together, people stop and gasp: “She looks just like you,”they say pointing to my granddaughter. “Yes,” I laugh, “the looks skipped a generation.”