As we know, I’m not a huge fan of the binary, so you’ll forgive me when I say …
… there are two types of parents …
the ones who, when their kids say ‘I want pink hair,’ say ‘tough bananas.’
and the ones who say: ‘great! Candy pink, or hot pink?’
I’m not proud to say I’m the first kind. I would say it’s because of the potential damage in dying it so young.
But I would be lying.
It’s because I worry about being judged by other parents. Teachers. Folk at church. Complete strangers in the street.
So here’s to the parents of the pink-haired kids. They are more child-centred than I could ever hope to be. It takes a lot to say ‘yes,’ when you know some people might say ‘what was she* thinking?’
*(and yes, it is always ‘she!’)