“You look different” Jordyn said, padding over to me curiously.
“I know” I laughed.
“Mummy is just tired of keeping brown hair. I’m too busy to keep dying my hair like a teenager all the time” I told him.
He stepped closer to me and with curiosity filled eyes, picked a lock of my strawberry blonde hair and curled it over his little finger.
“You’re much prettier like this Maman, why did you have to dye it in the first place?” He asked me.
“I guess I wanted to look more business like. But people don’t care anyway. In fact last week, a man walked into my business meeting with green hair” I told him.
“Green hair?” His eyes widened comically before he let out a giggle.
Jordyn was so so cute.
“Yes. Neon Green” I joined in the laughter.
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