Blue Hair?

I'm well into my fourth day of my smoking cessation. Instead of harping on that right now, let's do something a little different.

Last week's light humor involved my younger son getting on the phone. This is an infrequent occurrence, but he ended up with a phone to his ear yesterday again.

He wanted to know if he could dye his hair blue. Yeah. There's no way I was about to take the heat for even appearing interested here.

"Ask your mother." Another potential disaster averted, right? Right.

"Can I call her right now and ask her?"

What's the worst that can happen?

A minute and a half later: "It was Daddy's idea..."

"Yeah, Dad said to call you!" It was the other one, chiming in. They were teaming up on me! What the hell?

I'm working on my "make a long story short" technique, so here goes: I ended up getting questioned, some other stuff happened, and right this minute both of my kids are at school with blue hair.