Vivi has a riotous head of fine, curly hair. It can get a little bit snarled up while she sleeps. My sister dubbed her “Sideshow Bob” one morning when we went to New York:
A few months back, I wrote about the magical silliness that happened when Daddy Went to the Grocery Store. This time, he went to the beauty supply aisle. God help us all. Here’s what happened…
G is convinced that Vivi’s hair will remain silky through the night if she sleeps in a sleeping cap. Remember those? I sure do. My Grandmama Eunice wore one every night to keep her hair fixed. I was thinking of something like this:
Granted, the pink one is pretty grandmotherly–that’s too prim and fussy for a first grader. But I know they make sleeping caps for kids too, something cute and practical like this:
That’s what I thought we were talking about when he said he had picked up a sleeping cap for Vivi while he was at Kroger.
I didn’t really expect this:
What…was she robbing a 7-11 and stopped to take a nap?
It reminds me of that scene in Raising Arizona:
The one when Hi robs the convenience store and Ed gets so mad she drives off so he has to carjack some old man who says, “Son? You got a panty on your head.”
Tonight, she told me it’s comfortable, so she wants to sleep in it. But she thought it was a little plain, so she duded it up with some St. Patrick’s Day leftovers:
There you go.