Hey Your Hair Is Sticking Up

Hey! Your hair is sticking up! This news flash is from a seven-year-old. I know, I tell him. It’s Dad hair. I can’t do anything with it. I have two cowlicks. Sometimes they both stick up looking like horns, which goes well with my personality. You could comb it, my husband says. He has bought me combs. No idea where they are. I have no interest in my hair or the hair of others. So of course God made me the mother of three daughrers. Two of them do their hair. The other one is like me, we don't even like to wash it. Tonight a male beautician asked me what I wanted. I said “do whatever you want. I hate hair.” “Great!” he said. “You will be the funkiest grandma in town.” “I am already the funkiest grandma in town,” I informed him. “Do a Mohawk. I don’t care.” When he finished he said “I forgot to do the Mohawk.” “That’s okay,” I told him. “My boss is conservative.” But I did leave him a big tip for not taking my advice.