I set my hair on fire last night. While lighting Hanukkah candles.
The menorah was in the middle of the kitchen table. I was sitting at one end. I tipped my head far to the side, toward the table, to stick my tongue out at Xander.
Tipping one's head is a bad, bad thing when one' s hair is fluffy.
Did you know that hair is flammable?
The side of my head went up like a... well, like a Hanukkah candle. Jonathan smacked me with a magazine to put me out.
Xander's eyes went wide.
After we realized there was no damage other than to my pride, I told him that Mommy was the shamash.
He didn't laugh.
Jonathan, on the other hand, nearly fell off his chair.
I had to wash my hair three times to get out the pieces of ash.
Only me, people, only me.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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Oy vey- glad you are okay!
It's probably better that Xander didn't laugh. Perhaps this shows he understands fire is dangerous.
OK, those hoots of laughter are me laughing _with_ you, not _at_ you! I'm really glad you're ok.
oh no! that's horrible! be careful. :) i've burnt the tips of my hair before (back when my hair was SUPER LONG - remember when it was that long?) so i feel your pain. ;)
Thanks guys! Yeah, it was pretty funny afterwards. Not at the moment, though, for sure!
My nail caught on fire on the 3rd night! Don't feel bad!
Love,
Maura
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