So, what is it about redheads? These two angels captured me the instant I saw them. Funny, curious, mischievous. Ran into them at a Florida restaurant. Their dad just sat there rolling his eyes, smiling, loving me loving them. Reminded me of going to the hairdresser with my mother as a kid. Women would ask for snippets of my hair so the colorist could match the red. I've now turned into one of those adults who ask little redheads, "Have you ever counted your freckles?"Just yesterday, a man behind me in the airport security line whispered to me, "Pretty hair. My wife's hair was that color." Ah, but the shenanigans. Instead of the facts of life, the motherly advice I was given was, "stay out of trouble, you stick out like a sore thumb with that hair." She was right. Guilty or not, the redhead gets called out. Every time. And it hasn't ended. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Interesting redhead fact: We feel more pain than the rest of you (not just heartache). We're more sensitive to heat and need more anesthesia to knock us out. And it's very difficult to match our tooth color if we knock a few out. Which is all good incentive to stay cool and healthy.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
