A few weeks ago I received a nice big plain red bandanna in the mail from a friend. I also got a lavender one and in the package were two black bandannas with skulls and crossbones on them. (I’m assuming those are for the boys.)

We were in the car. I tied the red one over my head and it was big enough to even make a sort of folded headband in the front and still cover my head. I checked myself out in the mirror and was feeling pretty dashing indeed–hey, this could work! maybe I actually look good this way!–until a five-year-old voice from the back seat of the car said, “Mommy, you look like you’re wearing a napkin. (pause) From a restaurant.”