The Never-Ending Ramblings...

The short and the short of it.

Yesterday, just before my team practice, Laney calls me on the phone. “Mom,” she says. “Can I get my hair cut?” After a pause, she adds, “ short?” She keeps talking, “Really short.” She says. Clearing up any confusion.

“Ummmm.” I say. “Well…” I hesitate. And in a brief second, the following thoughts and images run through my head:

Why the heck is my almost seventeen year old daughter wanting permission to get a haircut? A short hair cut. Just how short?

Are we talking GI Jane short?



Are we talking Sinead short?

“You want me to send you a picture?” she asks, reading my mind.

“YES!”

While I’m waiting, this is the image that pops into my mind:

Finally, the pics arrive, I download and view.

Laney’s hair now

Why is she holding that lighter?

What Laney wants

Breathing an audible sigh of relief, I pick up my cell phone and texted her, I like it! I type and press send.

Now I am ready for my team practice.