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A few days before we headed to Texas to pick the kids up, it occurred to me that they didn't know that I had changed my hair color and I sent a picture so that they could be properly prepared. I expected Noah to have trouble with it, because he doesn't handle change well, but I was not expecting Zoe's reaction.
My mother showed them the picture of me and they both immediately complained they did not like it. When I arrived in Texas, they told me again that they were unhappy with my choice. But, Zoe wouldn't let it go.
The third day in Texas, Zoe came up to me and said, "Mommy? Is my hair turning black like yours?" It didn't occur to me that she might not understand the process and associate my hair color change with her own hair. She has red hair, so somehow she thought hers might change colors too. She checked in the mirror several times and required my assurance that her hair would not turn black.
At some point, I explained to her that I dyed my hair and she still did not understand. So I told her I "colored" it. She asked me later that same day when I was going to "paint" it back to red.
Now, here we are three months later and Zoe is still having an identity crisis. She still checks every now and again to make sure her hair isn't turning black. She still asks me when I am going to paint my hair back to red and now she has stepped up her lobbying efforts. She keeps coming home with artwork like this:
When asked to explain everything she always points to the others (always minus hair) and names them as Daddy, Noah or herself. Then she always points to the one with the mop of red crayon on top and says, "And that is Mommy, with her beautiful red hair!"
I wonder what she would do if I went Sinead O'Connor and shaved it all off?
How have you managed to screw up your kids?
