This week is Spirt Week at my children's school. That means every day has a different theme and the kids are encouraged to participate.
Monday was Twin Day. My kids wanted nothing to do with dressing up like their friends so that day went by as usual.
However, Tuesday was Crazy Hair Day. Sarah has been talking about Crazy Hair Day for two weeks now. Her BFF was going to have crazy hair so she wanted crazy hair too. Anything the BFF is doing, she is doing.
We had decided that I would put it up in 4 pony tails because what is crazier than that? And honestly, I don't have very good "little girl hair style" ability. So on Monday I decided I that we just make it PINK. She was thrilled at this idea but decided she wanted pink AND 4 pony tails. So instead of making it easier for myself, I made it harder. She had a doctor's appointment on Monday morning and afterwards we swung by Sally and picked up a can of pink hair spray.
The person that waited on us in Sally was a very helpful androgynous looking sort. I was not sure if it was a male or a female and the whole time we were being waiting on, I was holding my breath. We made it out of the store uneventfully but the minute the door to Sally closed behind us, Sarah asked, "Mommy, was that a boy or a girl?"
And it was at that point that I thank the good Lord for that embarrassing day at Burger King 3 years ago when Peter stated very loudly as we were walking out, "Mommy, did you see how FAT that person was?" But luckily we were walking out as the very large person was walking in so I was able to frantically usher the kids into the car before having the talk with them.
And from that moment on I have been drilling it into their heads that we don't ever say out loud in public if someone looks fat, strange, different, weird, etc. We always wait until we are alone with Mommy until we talk about it so we don't hurt their feelings. And thank goodness, the kids have been listening because we have dodged many bullets after seeing large people, mohawked people, bald people, scarred people, tattooed people, etc. It is so much easier to explain to your children how or why other people are different from them when you aren't also trying to apologize to those people for your children's questions.
But I digress...
After school Peter realized that Sarah was going to paint her hair pink and he got very upset. "Where's my blue hair spray?" he asked through tears and a tantrum. (Yes, my 7-year-old is still very good at tantrums. It is something we are working on.)
He had told me earlier that he did not want to participate in Crazy Hair Day so I didn't bother getting anything for him. But since he seemed so upset I told him that after I dropped Sarah off at Daisy Scouts I would look for blue hairspray for him but I was NOT going to go back to Sally. It was too far away and he would have to take what I could find at one of the local drugstores.
So after a trip to Walgreens, Rite-Aid and Wal-mart, I determined that there was no blue hairspray within a 6 mile radius of our home and we would have to get creative with hair gel. (Apparently every other child had already purchased every color of hair spray because apparently every child had blue hair expect my son. I will be better prepared next year and will buy up all shades of hair paint at Halloween when Wal-Mart is very well stocked.)
And since Peter doesn't really have much hair to speak off, there wasn't very much I could to to make his hair crazy. I like boys and men to have very short hair and I will be very glad when the shaggy 1970's looking hair phase has passed us. I think, based on all the 1980's fashions I see in the store, Mohawks and glitter gel are about to become all the rage again.
I digress again...
I had to get the kids up early on Tuesday morning so I could do their hair and the whole time I am thinking in my head that this whole concept of Spirit Week for elementary school kids is ridiculous. I agree with my husband when he said, "When is it going to be Let's See How Much We Can Learn in School Day?"
But after much brushing, spraying and gelling, this was as crazy as it got for my kids. I'm not very good with hair and I think it shows...
Sorry kids. My crazy hair skillz are limited.