Several of my children and I were standing in the bathroom. One boy who shall remain nameless told me to move over a little bit and look in the mirror. It only took a moment for me to realize that the newly spun llama yarn hanging on the shower curtain rod drying was EXACTLY the same color as my new hair.
My newly growing hair is very short, somewhat curly, and matches the fleece of an old llama somewhere. I think I liked longer, straighter and blonder better.
Then it got worse: “Nice yarn, honey. Are you going to knit yourself a new wig?”