Life With Boys

While pursuing the racks at one of my favorite thrift stores Tyler spotted a woman. An African-American woman with a “unique” hairstyle – a few different colors of highlights and stiff curls held in extraordinary positions with enough bobby pins to set of an metal detector – not to mention the physique that is more football player than ballerina.

Tyler in his “inside” but really “outside” voice announces, “She has funny hair, she needs to go see Ms. Jill (our hairdresser).”

And then I get the stare of death. I want to melt. “Funny what they say huh?”

Angry “hmmmmph.”