I've been working long, long hours and with the start of the school year, helping Devon move into his dorm (dorm schmorm. A dorm should be bare, ugly floors, funny smells, it's either too hot or too cold, you can hear your next door neighbor fart and unidentifiable rodents. His is a hotel room, literally) I haven't even checked my email in a month.
Yesterday morning, I was trying to get Harmony to hurry up so I could get out the door. "Put these feathers in my hair, first!" she squealed.
She had picked up some crafting feathers from a friend of hers. I was not pleased. "Which one?"
"All of them."
"There are five...six...seven feathers, Harmony. You don't want all of them."
"Yes, I do."
"Honey, no you-"
"Yes, I do! I do! I do! I want all of them! All!"
Rather than argue with her for twenty minutes, I braided each feather into her hair and then shooed her into the bathroom. "Go take a look and hurry."
She came back around the corner with a disgusted look on her face. She looked like a porcupine. "I don't like it."
"Right on, now get in the car, we're going to school."
Oddly enough, she didn't even mention the feathers this morning.