Ponytail

I put my hair in a ponytail for the first time in probably a year.  Joseph, who has recently started to recognize “girl stuff” like pink and princesses and baby dolls, and ponytails, gave me with a funny look.  “Do you like my ponytail?”  I shook it around.  “That’s for going running,” is all he said.

(Ha ha, run?  It’s definitely been more than a few years since I’ve done that, and if that’s what a ponytail means, forget that hairstyle!)

Ponytail