My kids didn’t know I owned an iron until they wanted those little plastic bead things done. Seriously.
I do iron occasionally. But not often, I admit.
In fact, today I took their clothes to the cleaners to be pressed for the bar mitzvah. Hey, at least they’ll look nice. Or at least they won’t look like orphans.
But I digress. I was going to tell you about the flat iron that I picked up for my mom today. It’s really nice! I tried it out and boy is my hair straight. I have a $20 version from Rite Aid. Not even close.
I covet that flat iron. (note to self: go back to Ulta and get another one!)
And since I don’t have a daughter and I was eager to straighten some hair, I somehow managed to convince Max to let me straighten his. What do you think?
He likes it!
I think this is an excellent example of why I am a good boy-mom and might not have been such a great girl-mom. You see, the front of Max’s hair looks pretty good. The top/sides are too. But look closely. Clearly I had bored of this task and was ready to be done because you can see the bottom/sides are pretty darn wavy. Yup. I failed the test. No daughters for me.
Lucky for me, I have a couple friends with cute little girls and a couple who are expecting some more soon! Girl power!
And maybe. Just maybe one of them will let me braid some hair.