The Real Me

In the 90s there was a popular song by a band with an unfortunate name that had the lyric, "you never know just how you look through other people's eyes." Apparently that songwriter did not have young children. Frank, honest children.

In the past few days my kids have told me I look manly. I've been told I should grow my hair because "then I might look pretty." And then, last night, after a whirlwind week - I'm talking a Bible school, play dates, swimming, new toys, liberal video game playing, late nights, early mornings, Lucky Charms for dinner kind of week - I let the kids stay up late to watch the latest Oz movie. I was hustling them off to bed when Abby said, "you know, you're acting like the wicked witch."