The other day I was drying Vio's hair and she was busy examining herself in the mirror. She made some faces and turned her head from side to side, and suddenly said, "My hair has highlights." She was quite pleased with herself and kept on admiring her hair in the mirror. Now Jesús, who was also in the bathroom (we never lock the door and everyone comes in and out as they please), was amazed that a 7 year old would even know what highlights are, let alone be so happy about having them. I told him it's a girl thing, I mean she's been playing with makeup practically since she could walk.
Well, at the ripe old age of 7 Vio's got her priorities straight, after all a woman's hair is her crowning glory, isn't it? That must be why we women spend loads of money on hairdressers and hair color, and why we spend even more money changing it back again.
A few days later I was taking Carmen and Rocío to their rhythmic gymnastics class and we were playing fortune telling with a cootie catcher (to see how to make one check this out). I had to choose a number and then a color, and finally Rocío turned over the chosen flap. The possibilities were "You will be rich", "You will be poor", and several others. I got "You will be rich" so I said, "Does this mean I'm going to be rich and live in a mansion?" And Carmen answered, "But, Mamá you are rich." I told her, "You know you're right, I am rich, I have three lovely girls and a terrific husband." Rocío piped in, "and two cats too."