This morning I was trying a new style on my hair and turned to my daughters for an opinion. ”Does this look like something out of the 80′s?”
The reply wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. ”Mom, you are something out of the 80′s!”
Actually I was born in the 70′s, but I was a teen in the 80′s. Apparently there are lingering effects.
Last week, PerryBoy was trying to take a picture of me with his Secret Mission Video Watch. It was early, and I wasn’t looking my best. He snapped a photo and when he looked at his device, the disappointment was obvious in his face. I nodded sympathetically. ”Ugly, huh?”
“Well…” He hesitated, searching for a diplomatic answer. He’s a smart boy. ”Can you make a beautiful face?”
I smiled my best early morning smile as he snapped a second photo.
Again, his disappointment was obvious. I inquired lightheartedly, “Still ugly?” I have no illusions about being photogenic.
He avoided answering, directing my attention instead to a recent family photo on the wall nearby. ”Can you try to make a face like that?”
I tried again, giving it my all. He snapped and glanced down. Then he indicated a family photo from 15 years ago.
“How about that one, Mom? Can you make a face like that one?”
After the 4th try, he edged awkwardly away without waiting for me to ask how the photo had turned out. I told you he was a smart boy.
Bethany has always been good with colors. She also has an eye for detail.
When I woke up today she was studying her own eyes in the mirror, and announced that her eyes had green, black and white in them. Of course, she was referring to her pupils and whites as well as the iris.
When I asked her what color my eyes were, and she studied them for a moment. ”Green, black and red!”
I guess I need to get more sleep.










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