It seems I am married to my son

Yesterday I decided to curl my poker straight hair.
Because who has time for that these days?
Nothing fancy you understand, just a bit of wrist flicking with the trusty GHDs to give my boring I’m-growing-out-a-bob style a bit of umph.

Five-year-old Dan, looks at me like I’ve dyed it green. Or I’ve done a home haircut like Mia’s effort.

“What have you done to your hair?”
“I’ve given it some curls. Don’t you like them?”

Pause.

“Don’t do that to your hair again mummy. It’s just fine as it is.”

Oh.

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