Its not like Mrs. Hannigan and I have something going on. Not like me and Mrs Jones. But we do have something in common. We are drippping with little girls. Or so I thought.
“Go and grab me some rubberbands and I will do your hair if you want.” Ordinarily Em does her own hair before school but I had two hands free and felt like making the most of it.
“You mean rubber band,” she corrects me. “Mom, pigtails are sort of for little girls.”
And I saw her back tracking… “I mean for me. I just feel like it is not the hairstyle for me.”
I will be 43 years old next time I get my picture taken for my driver’s license. I wonder if I will still be a little girl.