Windswept

Addie and I have been run/walking together for a mile on Sundays--I'm trying to get her into the idea of fitness, even if she doesn't love team sports (we let her out of soccer.  It just wasn't her thing).  It's also an awesome opportunity for us to be alone together for a little bit and to talk.

Anyway, we're on our way back to the house and she says mama?  And I say yeah, and she says the kids at school tell me my hair is messy sometimes.  Oh.  Yeah?  I say.  Yeah, she says, but I just tell them it's not messy.  It's windswept.

Lesson:  Fitness, good.  Reading, better.