So on her last visit, after her was washed, towel dried, and combed out, she asked, "Grandma, do you have a curler?" No, I do not. "Grandma, do you have an iron or a straightener or something like that?" Well, no, nothing like that either. I mean at some point in my life I had curlers, but they're gone now. I actually do remember ironing my hair--with a clothes iron--but those does are LO-O-ONG past. And anyway, do you plan to curl one half and straighten out the other? Then I get the look. Oh, they grow up too fast!!!
The next day she asked if I had hair dye. Mike was highly amused by all this. He asked her if we looked like the kind of people who cared about our hair so much we would have an extensive collection of hair care products. Later that day, which was hot and muggy, after I'd been chasing around with kids all day, fixing meals and snacks, feeling a bit dishrag-like, she gave me a thoughtful kind of look and said, " I can see that you really don't care a lot about your hair."
Hmm...but I can't wait to tell Mike her observation about him.