Currently packing for the big CO. Springs trip. I had a funny thought about our last camping trip I wanted to share. I needed a little break so this is good.
So we get to Ridgway a few weeks ago and we're unloading things from the camper (from here out to be known as Clyde) and Mark comes across Trini's hair caddy. He looks at me funny and insinuates it is strange to bring a hair caddy on a camping trip. I clued him in as to the details of keeping a little girls' hair in order. I pointed out how one day of tangles makes life very difficult around here. He smirked and went on his way.
The next morning as we're getting ready for the day Trini comes up to me looking concerned.
"Mom," she says, "We forgot my hair caddy. Oh no. What will we do?" (She didn't realize that mommies pack everything.)
As fate would have it she said this in front of her daddy. As if to admit defeat, he threw up his hands, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in dibelief and walked away.
Oh how he will enjoy her teenage years ...
Oh how I enjoy her girlie little moments and the pure confusion it brings my dear husband ...
3 comments:
Oh, hair will be the least of his problems when she becomes a teenager!!! Watch out Mark!!! :o)
Hey Lesa!
I have three girls (as you know!), but I have never had a "hair caddy". Not sure exactly what it is, but I picture it like a tackle box?? Anyway - we much prefer running around the house calling the hairbrush, than having it neatly put up in it's kennel. Makes for much more exciting Sunday mornings.
Love, LAURA
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sorry "its kennel" I hate apostrophe typos!!
Laura
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