Monday, November 10, 2008

This is My 100th Post!

One night, I learned exactly what the Bean was afraid of. I heard him whimpering through the monitor, so I quickly tiptoed my way through the dark house to his room.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sad," he said.

"Why are you sad?"

"You're washing my hair."

"I think you were having a dream, Buddy Boy," I said as reassuringly as I could. "You're in your bed. Put your hand on your hair, it's not wet."

The Bean did just that. Though he still seemed upset and a little bit confused, confirmation of his dry head was enough to make him lay back on his pillow.

"Do you want me to stay in here for a minute?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "I want you to leave now."


Your escalator operator said...

Funny post. Congrats on the hitting the century mark!

Sadie said...

Congrats on reaching 100!

My son is seven and still hates having his hair washed. I keep hoping one day he'll outgrow it, but I'm starting to worry.

Emily said...

As a kid I never had an issue with getting my hair washed, but if you tried to DRY my hair, I would throw my towel on the floor and escape the house . . . naked.