So, Sunday while I was gone being a superstar in Listen To Your Mother and the Dad was along to support me, our daughters stayed home with the younger kids. They are 16 and almost 13 and they are pros at helping out with the little ones so I wasn't really worried.
Plus, are neighbors are awesome and always keep an eye out without letting the big girls know.
I checked in with the girls while I was backstage waiting for LTYM to start and just like I thought Daughter 1 said everything was fine. The littlest one had just woke up from a nap so she was going to make him a peanut butter roll up. (It's one of his favorite things) Alright I said and reminded them all, through her, that I loved them.
The Dad checked in with the girls multiple times via text before the show started and after. Each time he got a reply about how great things were going.
No need to worry right?!?
When we got home, I walked through the door and was greeted with several high pitch squeals and hugs, and then I noticed my baby's hair.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I questioned. "WHY?" "Why is your baby brother's hair?" "Why is your brother's hair PURPLE?"
Yes, you read that right. They dyed my precious baby boy's hair purple!!
Now, before you go and call anyone, it wasn't permanent. It wasn't even semi permanent. It was the kind you brush in with a mascara brush that comes out without even washing the hair.
Still, the dyed my baby's hair purple!
I bet they were hoping I'd freak out and say something crazy like "You're never babysitting again." Boy, were they wrong. I see a lot of diapers in their future. :)