My husband has a reputation in our house for being, well,
clueless less than observant sometimes *coughallthetimecough*. A while back my teenage daughter decided she wanted to get purple hair extensions. Just a few, weaved into the the sides. Her hair is already dark brown, so it wouldn’t stand out quite so much.
I figure, hey – she’s a teen. This is the time to experiment with stuff. It’s not like they were permanent. They were glued in and could be removed at any point in time. I thought they didn’t look half bad, but she was worried about what her father would say, so she didn’t point them out.
It began as a joke – let’s see how long it takes daddy to notice. An hour or two? Maybe not until morning?
He arrived home early from work.
At dinner that night she did a lot of playing with her hair, winding it around her fingers while she was talking.
Nothing the next night as well.
My teen son saw this as a money making opportunity and quickly set up a family “pool” for how long it would take daddy to notice. The buy in was $20. We all bought in, even the small squishy one.
For days my daughter did everything she could to get dad to notice – twirling her hair, wearing it in a pony tail so the purple was more obvious…
Even our bad hair puns didn’t tip him off.
“This seems like a hairy situation”. “Don’t be so hairbrained”.
Finally….at last!…he noticed. Seventeen days later. We all erupted in a huge cheer, and immediately pulled out the papers for the pool. My teen son was the ecstatic winner of $80.
That was the best $20 I ever lost.