I often wonder if my kids are just plain weird.  Much weirder than other people’s kids.  Case in point:  My daughters were in the bathtub playing, when they yelled for me and my husband to witness the “Sea Hair”.

We walked with fear to the bathroom.

“Look Mommy.  It’s our “Sea Hair”  Eldest holds up a clear plastic cup full of water with a chunk of human hair floating in it.

“Watch the Sea Hair swim Mommy.”  Eldest proceeds to stir water in cup with finger, as the “Sea Hair” swims  in a whirlpool in the cup.

Mommy:  “Where did you get the “Sea Hair?”

Youngest:  “I pulled it from my head.”

Mommy:  “Oh”

Kids:  “Do you want to see the “Sea Hair” swim some more?”

Mommy:  “Oh honies…well…no…this is really creepy……and gross…”

Daddy:  “The “Sea Hair” is from your part of the family.”

Yes, I grew up poor and the youngest of eight children.  However, to the best of my recollection, I never, ever, yanked out a body part and used it as a toy.

“Sea Hair”.  I guess my kids are just worried about the recession.

RR