“and every last inch of me’s covered with hair!”
My favorite four-year-old boy told me recently that i have “princess hair.”
He’s onto something. Only my hair, i think, is capable of making me feel like a princess – it is not my usual bent.
One could say that it is really my girlfriend who is responsible for the feeling, but it’s not just any pampering that leads to the conclusion: princess. Only hair pampering. I imagine this is directly related to the fact that i absolutely love my hair, and hate most things to do with it.
But my Jamie, sometimes – often – she washes it, and brushes it, and does fancy things with it. I’d be more specific, but one of the side effects of growing up a boy is that all i ever learned to do with hair is brush it, so “fancy things” will have to suffice. Sometimes all three (this is where “princess” comes in).
"Gaston" - Disney's Beauty and the Beast