Ok, I recognize I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. I also understand that it just may be something that can't be fixed. So while I was in the bathroom fussing why won't my hair cooperate, my middle tadpole came in and joined in my conversation with myself:
Me: Man I just don't understand why my hair has to have a mind of its own. Tadpole: Hair doesn't have a mind mommy. Why do you fuss at your hair so much. Me: It won't cooperate. Tadpole: Too bad you are not a superhero cuz you could fix that. Me: How Tadpole: Well a superhero has power to make things cooperate Me: Oh then I need to know how to be a superhero Tadpole: Yep let me know when that happens. Until then ask daddy how to fix your hair cuz he fixes everything. He exits the bathroom. Me: I stick my tongue out and start mumbling again.
Morale of this story: They start early doling out advice on how to fix things.
I am the only female in a household of males. I was lucky to find my Frog 15 years ago and we had our first tadpole in 2000, the next in 2003 and then the surprise tadpole in 2006. So I deserve to be a Princess. I currently work as a Management Consultant, but my life long goal is to raise 3 boys to be respectable young men and great future husbands. Pray for me! Seriously though, the tadpoles are my legacy, so when I leave this world I want to be remembered for having raised my tadpoles right!