But apparently what she heard was "Please dye all my hair bright pink except for the part near my forehead--leave that brownish."
Because that's exactly what she did!
I didn't realize what she was doing because she put the pink part on when I was over in the hair-washing chair. By the time I looked in the mirror--all bets were off!
When I got home, Don said, "That's...interesting." But, of course, the kids thought I was the coolest mom on the planet--which I am! Or maybe the craziest?? Oh, also--when I was at the pet store buying ferret food and crickets, the guy behind the counter said he liked my hair--so that's good, I guess?
It's okay, though, I'm going to "own" it while I have it and, as Tim Gunn would say: "Make it work!"