Mean Woman

I have bookend red-heads. Taylor has a beautiful, long mane of red hair and Conway sports the same fiery helmet of hair. Cornell has stick straight, dirty blonde hair, just like myself and Hubby.

Cornell could not be more tired of hearing about the red heads, as if this was some magical gift that has passed him over. He is stuck with plain hair. He does try to make the best of it, he pipes up to some strangers to report that he "looks just like mom". But no matter where we go, people we don't know want to stop us and comment on the red heads, especially old women. Cornell mostly ignores these comments, and we politely agree with how special it is that two red heads reside in one family, but secretly I want to shove Cornell forward and tell them all of his special talents.

One particular day, we were stopped by two older ladies who were going on and on about the red heads when one of the ladies turned to Cornell, pointed in his general direction and asked in a derogatory tone, "is this one your's too?"

Yes, mean, wrinkly, old lady, the one that actually looks like us does indeed belong to us!