My mom wants to know...

A conversation on the radio this morning caused me to think of this story of Sonya when she was in kindergarden. When the DJ asked that listeners call in with their stories - I seriously thought about doing it - but reconsidered - which prompts me to ask - do you ever call in to radio shows? I don't know if it's because I'm in the car so long or what, but for some reason I always want to call, sometimes I do, but usually I hang up before I'm actually on the radio - what is up with me?

Anyhow, back to the story...

The principal at the elementary school is very pretty - I don't like her, actually but it's because she actually came on to my husband (I think so, and so does he) right in front of me and my son while hubby, son and I were in her office because son had done something wrong, but that's a story for another day.

OK, so she is cute, petite, has really cool kind of 80's hair (which I love), you know long, full of waves & just perfect - you get the picture. One day, while I was walking Sonya to kindergarden (this was probably 6 or 7 years after the incident with hubby), I saw her and her hair was badly in need of a dye job. I mean there was more gray than the beautiful chestnut brown that had been her color before. She must have really gone prematurely gray, because she's at least 7 or 8 years younger than me and that was way before I had to "wash that gray right outta my hair". So, I commented to no one in particular "Hmmm, I wonder why Miss D is letting her hair grow out gray." and prompty forgot about it in my haste to drop Sonya off and get to work.

A few weeks later, it was parent-teacher conferences and when I went in to see Sonya's teacher (very small town and everyone knows everyone else) she said "I have to tell you the cutest story about your daughter." I was proud that Sonya had done something that evoked this kind of enthusiasm in the teacher and couldn't wait to hear the story.

"Well," she said, "Sonya received the highest grade on her reading test last week, so her prize was to go to Miss D's office and read a book to her. While she was walking down the hall with Miss D, holding her hand, she looked up at her and said "My mom wants to know why you're letting your hair go all gray?""

My proud smile quickly faded into a face of pure horror! "Oh My God! She didn't really ask her that, did she?" I asked. "Yep, she sure did and the rest of the teachers are so glad she did - because we were all wondering the exact same thing!"

"And what did Miss D say?" I asked. "She told Sonya she just hadn't dyed it in awhile, but she guessed it was probably about time she did!" I couldn't believe it. I never said anything to Miss D about it and she never said anything to me. To this day, she is nothing but friendly to me and I've never, ever seen her hair that shade again.

Kids say the darndest things!!!