I plucked a pink one from the stack and added it to my tab.
Over the weekend Fable had a horrible allergic reaction to something and her lip swelled four times its size. We were told not to be alarmed, that it would go down on its own but Monday came along and it was still incredibly swollen. She was embarrassed, clearly, but said nothing as she pieced together her day's ensemble, pulling two mismatched socks from her top drawer, leggings to match her dress and a book from the pile by her bed to hold up to (cover) her face.
We had played with the pink hair the week before but I had forgotten to bring it down to San Diego with us so it slipped my mind until Fable reminded me.
"Mama? Can I wear pink hair to school today?"
She covered her face as I drew all over her hair with the chalk-like bubble and watched as she slowly pulled the book away, consulted the mirror, smiled. She didn't care that her lip was swollen anymore. She had pink hair, man! PINK HAIR!
How could I not celebrate that? How could I not become the unofficial spokesperson for the magic that is temporary hair color for kids? I'm tempted to return to my salon and stock up on a lifetime's supply of "color bugs"so that I can keep some on standby for every day emergencies. Who needs bandaids when there's hair to streak!?