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.