Yesterday morning, the Kid informed me that my hair smelled like "chicken".
I would not have been so disturbed by this if
1. We had not been at daycare, and
2. It had not been at 7:45AM.
I had to spend the rest of the day in a panic. I mean, the Kid loves chicken, so it could have been a compliment, her was of saying my hair smelled nice.
But chicken? Chicken???? Nothing good came of her comment. She's evil, that one.
On the plus side, my hair was shampooed four times last night. Now I have fly-away stuff happening, and I am simply not girly enough to know how to fix it.
Oh yay me.
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