Monday, 22 March 2010

When is a hairband not a hairband?

This weekend. In the kitchen. I'm cooking, and behind me I'm aware of Tall Daughter fiddling with her hair. 

TD:  Mum, this funny looking hairband you bought for me is too big.

Me:  (looking to check what she's talking about).  Um, that's because it's not a hairband.  It's one of the wires from my bra, it came loose so I took it out. 

Oh. The. Shame.