I was walking behind a girl with pink hair yesterday on my way to the subway station and it made me think. Of all the things I’ve done so far, dying my hair, piercing my eyebrow and lip, and getting tattoos are the less “bad” things I’ve done. I remember how much my parents freaked when I came home with an eyebrow ring or how my parents had always been against me dying my hair. There are really WORSE things I’ve done that would’ve been worth the kind of freaking out. Oh well. I suppose that’s life for ya.
I wonder what kind of stuff my kids could do that would be “upsetting” for me.