Old Men

This morning was the boys first day of Creative Drama. In this three day course a small group of 4 and 5 year olds get their first taste of acting. In anticipation of his first day of class, he requested a red Mohawk with purple polka dots on the side. He was the only boy in the class today, so it was a good thing he put so much thought into his hair.

After Creative Drama we went to lunch, then picked the girl up from school, then went to Costco where strangers asked, more than once, "Are all those kids, YOURS?" When people are asking you that in Utah, you know you've got your hands full.

After Costco we went to the library, where two separate old men commented on the boy's hair. The first asked what he had done to his hair, to which the boy happily explained that we had spray painted it. "SPRAY PAINT" the old man was horrified. "Well, special spray paint for hair" I replied. He shook his head in disgust and walked off. The second old man said, "Wow. He must need attention." Perhaps he does, but then, so do old men that feel they need to make comments about other people's children at the library.