After dinner Mom says,
“Let’s leave the dishes in the sink.
Let’s do something fun.”
“Like what?” I ask.
Mom grins. “Let’s play hairdresser.
We used to do that
when you were little. Remember?”
I do.
Mom and I would do each other’s hair.
Silly styles with clips
and scrunchies,
feathers and bows.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah,” says Mom. “Let’s dig up
all the hair doodads we can find.”