Bad Hair Day

I recently got my hair cut. Exciting stuff, I know, but kids always notice when you get your hair cut. You may go the entire day and no adult notices or says anything, but every kid in the building, even those you only see once in a while, says “You got your hair cut!”

Sometimes you even get a “Your haircut looks good!” or “Your hair is pretty!” I try not to take these too seriously. Some kids are just sweet, and I don’t want or need a big head. (My luck the haircut would be more expensive.)

But with my new shorter, kinda messy style, I got a “What happened to your hair?” from Fernando.

What happened to my hair? I just came in from recess duty. And it’s windy outside today. And anyway, this from a Kindergartner who sports a mohawk, a shaved head with a thin strip of product spiked hair down the middle of the scalp. Oh the irony!

But I’ve learned one can’t be too thin skinned, so I smiled and told him I was having a bad hair day.

P.S. A few second grade girls were standing nearby, heard the whole conversation, and assured me my hair was beautiful. They were being very, very sweet.