School photos were last week and what a hoo-ha over hair-dos it was in our abode.
Master 10 headed out the door first but wouldn't allow a hug for fear of me ruining his finely-coiffed comb-over.
Then it was his sister's turn, who sidled up with her hair paraphernalia.
"So, what's it to be today?" I asked reluctantly, already knowing how our morning ritual would play out.
"I thought I might try an up-high ponytail today because last year you couldn't see it in my photo and I looked like a boy!" she stated.
I don't know if there's something