Recently my mother came over with a bottle of hair thickening shampoo and conditioner.
“This will thicken your hair right up,” she vowed, then rolled up her sleeves and got to work.
For the next half hour she blow-dried, curled, combed, teased, tousled, fluffed, and sprayed. Within minutes, all three strands of my hair once again fell flat.
“I don’t understand it,” she vexed, her lush blonde hair swaying to and fro as she shook her head in bewilderment.
At that moment, Eva ran by, luxurious ringlets cascading down her back and bouncing with each step.
Note to God…
Singlehandedly creating the world in six days from scratch: well done. The whole eternal life in paradise package: high five. Taking a set of totally awesome genes and making them skip a generation: NOT COOL.