Howling wind wakes Egirl up way too early. T is already up, in the study. I hear him tell her to go back to bed, but she bustles around, brushing her teeth.
I get up earlier than usual and Etoddler leaps out of her bad as soon as she hears me.
The first thing Ebaby says as she wakes up is ‘noish’
We all get dressed then head downstairs. and the girls tuck into their breakfast. Ebaby toddles form one sister to the other shouting ‘bearbread’. She means ‘tear bread’ and they take turns in tearing off little pieces of brioche for her, she stuffs her mouth happily.
Me, I am keeping an ear on the wind, and wondering what it means for my image.
You see, I have been rocking a curly ‘fro for the past few weeks. It’s a lovely shade of auburn with gold highlights, and I’ve gotten quite a few compliments on it. Only thing is, it’s a wig, and I am slightly worried that the wind would make us part company, publicly.
We get there, and I put my head down as we walk towards their school. The wind is making my ‘fro even wilder that it usually is, but I don’t care, as long as it stays on my head.
I imagine how traumatised Ebaby would be if she suddenly sees my full head of head bowling along the road right in front of her buggy.
I wonder what I’ll do if the wind whips it off just as we are in the middle of crossing the road. Get the children to safety on the other side, then dash after it?
By this time, we are safely at school. I say goodbye, and head back to the safety of my car, afro (and dignity) intact.
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