The job of mother is one full of buttering up but little genuine ovation. Just the other night when we were in a rush to clean up just enough to be seen in public I was reminded of the foremost rule of fishing for compliments. I made the mistake of asking my son if my hair looked stupid, or if it looked like I had cancer.
I'm not sure why I phrased it this way? I'm also not sure why I asked a 4-year-old his opinion (about my hair). But I did. And here is his reply.
A flat but indisputable, "Like cancer."
And with that, I asked him to take my picture... so I would remember what cancer looks like, of course. Oh, and the true reason, so I would remember that I shouldn't ask questions like that.
PS -- Directly after this cancer compliment I thought I should get my hair cut. Now it looks like Sarah Palin. Politics aside I can't think of a worse haircut for me. So, I'm not leaving the house for at least 6 months.