I bought a sun hat. One of those big wide brimmed ones that look like you would wear to go bird watching. It's for Girls' Camp. I don't want to get sunburned and I have reached that age where practicality trumps fashion. (Maybe I've always been at that age?)
I modeled the hat for Emma. "What do you think?"
I showed Braeden. I said, "Your sister laughed at my hat."
He slung a comforting arm around my shoulder and said, "Well, I won't laugh."
Then he did.
The next morning I was sitting in a chair, with my laptop. Mark came in the room and looked a little amused. He walked over to me, leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"Bad hair day?" he asked.