The Mouths of Babes

On Tuesday mornings, I volunteer at Trev's school.

Last week, while we were waiting in line to go to recess, the girl behind Trevor was telling me how she'd fixed her own hair that morning.

Girl: I fixed my own hair today.
Me: Well you did a great job! It looks really nice.
Girl: Thanks. I did it all by myself. It was really hard, too. See? I put two ponytails in the back.
Me: You did a fine job!
Girl: Did you fix your own hair today?
Me: Yes, I always have to fix my own hair.
Girl: [....head tilted, contemplates my hair.... then says, rather sadly] You didn't do a very good job.
Me: That's OK.

sigh.

Hair-styling impaired, Ruth!