My mom is always complaining that I put more of my food on top of my head than into my mouth. She's exaggerating, and I only do it so that we can have a fun activity after meals, so she doesn't get bored. But is she grateful? No. Women can be so hard to please. She usually tries to give me something 'safe' for breakfast and lunch, but yesterday I showed her that a grilled cheese sandwich can no longer be considered one of those foods.
I told her quite clearly what was expected. I pointed up the stairs and said "Ba! Ba!" But did she take me to the tub for some splashy-time fun? No. She stubbornly brushed out the worst and then scrubbed my head with a washcloth!
As if that wasn't enough humiliation, she twirled my hair into this ridiculous kewpie doll hair-do. Could one of you call her and let her know that it's not 1983 and I am NOT her Cabbage Patch doll?
It's gonna take me forever to comb this out and return to my signature cool. *Sigh*. Catch you later girls.