Monday, March 16, 2009
Quentin came home from school with something "crispy" in his hair -- as if he had been splashed by something sticky and it dried in little poky clumps. It happens.
Anyway, Mom and I discovered it when she got him home. I think we made a too big of a deal out of it -- thumbing through his hair, sniffing it and repeatedly asking him "What did you get in your hair?" and "Did something get spilled in your hair?" etc. I believe we got him worried about something that he normally could have cared less about -- so much so that he frowned and cocked his head to side and declared
"I need to go to the doctor" and when I asked why? He said "for my hair".