I hate coloring my hair. I mean I really, really hate it. Perhaps it has something to do with previous bad experiences. I am not a social hair colorist. Sadly, my hair dye is out of necessity due to premature gray hair. I procrastinate coloring my hair until I cannot tolerate the wayward grays that spring from my root line. Today, I colored my locks again.
As John was changing Devin's diaper he said, "That poop is sure a pretty! It's the same color as your hair!"
"Are you saying that my hair looks like poop?"
"No, I'm saying Devin's poop is as pretty as your hair."
"Thanks honey. I think."