Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
Today, my son and I are sporting a new look: Hair noodles. (No, I'm not providing pictures of this new look, because I know they will end up plastered all over the internet!)
"Mama," my son said. "Can I have some spaghetti noodles?"
"What for?" I asked.
I gave him one of my squinty-eye looks and gave him a few uncooked noodles.
He promptly inserted one into his hair. Somehow it stayed in place. He added another, then another. "I'm a noodle-head, Mama. Do you want to be a noodle-head?"
"Um, not really," I said.
"Bend down. I'm going to add some noodles to your hair."
I knew I wasn't going to get out of this. I stooped down, and he inserted about five noodles into my long tresses.
My boy stepped back to inspect his work. "You look great, Mama. I think it's the best hair style I've ever seen on you!"
Great. (I guess I should be grateful they're not snakes!)