Of Toe Jam and Haircuts

As they were getting ready for bed last night, it was killing me.  After two days of sporting 6-7 inches less hair, the kids still hadn't said a word.


I was starting to wonder if that meant that not only do they not hear me, but perhaps they don't see me either.


Me:  Hey guys, look at me.


Them: Yeah Mom?


Me: No, really look at me.  Not your toe jam.


Them: Yeah? [actually looking now]

Me: Do you notice anything different about me?

Caleb: [without missing, I am not kidding, a beat].  Yup, haircut.

Me: What?  Seriously?  You noticed and you didn't say anything?

Caleb: Well, at first I thought it looked weird, so I didn't want to say anything.


Ah.  Okay, I get it.  But I am not sure how to take that.  Here are the options.

1. My son is more considerate than I ever thought and was just trying to spare his mom's feelings.
2. He really didn't notice until I pointed it out and was punting and made up an answer.
3. I look weird and other people are just being nice.




Oh, and Noah?  He never responded.  But by the end of the conversation his toes were toe jam free.