I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, stumbled into the bathroom to get a drink, noticed my hair in the mirror:
It was so good that I lay back down very carefully, so that it would continue to be huge and insane in the morning. I was giggling evilly as I fell back asleep. The larger hooligan came downstairs as I was getting my first cup of coffee:
"Whoa, mom, have you seen your hair? Maybe you should brush it."
This from a child who must be bribed to bathe. There is hope for the future. Plus I will threaten to leave it like this and walk him into the tennis center if he does not clean up his room before camp. Ha.