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.”