Jerk

My mom loves to tell this story: When I was 3 years old, she and I took a nap together (anyone who knows my mother also is familiar with her love of naps. It's genetic). Immediately before said nap, I had apparently overheard my mother talking to her friend about how badly she needed a haircut but that she could not afford it. Well, I woke up earlier than her...and played hairdresser. 5 inches seemed about right.

Now, when my mom tells this story, she tells it with a loving tone. "She was just trying to help her mama out!" But to me, it's just an example of a kid being a jerk. And let's be honest here, that's probably exactly what my mom thought immediately upon waking up and looking in the mirror. She's had almost 20 years to get over the initial anger.

I love that she tells this story though. It reminds me that kids are not in my near future...and when they are, I most certainly will not be discussing my beauty needs in front of them.