Frizzy, Fuzzy, It's all The Same

Do you ever have one of those days when you think you really have it going on?

You know, the cute outfit, great hair, sunny mood, glorius spring weather?  

I was having one of those days until five minutes ago.

When my youngest son (11) walked in the door from school, came over to where I was sitting,  and with the most sympathetic, pathetic look I've ever seen on his sweet face,  patted my hair and said:

Frizzy.  

I looked at him with the kind of look only a woman could muster and said:

 FRIZZY?  
Really, now?

Without missing a beat he said:  

Uhm, Fuzzy?  

I said:

"Go outside!"

Now.   

Stinker.  

Moral of the story:


Kids don't bullshit.  


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