IT'S BLUE HAIR DAY!!!

For those of you who don't know my mom, my dad... or my home school district, this is for you. (And, well, it's for the rest of you, too.) I got home tonight and had the cutest/funniest email from my mom. I've decided to post it here, in its entirety, for your viewing (and reading, because "as for me & my house, we will encourage people in their reading") pleasure. Behold, my funny (and fabulous) father...

For the last eight years, Dennis has told his elementary kids that if they read
ONE MILLION MINUTES he would DYE HIS HAIR BLUE!

So again TODAY Dennis told elephant jokes to his Kindergarten to third graders in an assembly
and the kids LAUGHED ~ AND I DON'T MEAN JUST AT THE JOKES!!

They love his "NEW DO!"

He is SUCH A GOOD SPORT!!

Dennis only waited 20 MINUTES before he rinsed his hair in the custodians' sink.
Some years he has left the dye on for 5 HOURS!!

This lighting isn't good, but trust me, HE'S LOBO BLUE!!!
Here's hoping it lasts at least 2 weeks. It generally does.
THE BEST YEAR EVER, IT LASTED 3 HAIRCUTS!!!


OH MAN!! I LOVE THIS GAME!!

AND THIS SMURF!!!

My favorite thing about this crazy thing that my dad does... the man wears his blue hair about town, proud as can be. I love it! I love that he's a bishop, and he has no qualms conducting meetings on Sundays with his "blue do" - for as long as it lasts. He either lets it wash out, or he cuts it out, depending on how strong the dye was. I love that there's a generation of kids that know that he'll dye his hair blue for them if they read. I love that every year, his K-3 school reads over a million minutes (K-3, people... those are some YOUNG kids), because they know what's waiting at the end of that goal for them - and every year, the kids beat their 1,000,000 minute mark from the year before. It's pretty fabulous, right? My dad rocks. And so does my mom, because she goes to the school with the camera and then sends pics out to the fam of Dad being such a cool principal. I'm pretty darn lucky to have them as parents, wouldn't you agree?

PS - Is it weird to any of you that know my parents personally (and/or were around when I was growing up in what was quite possibly The Most Sheltered and/or Censored House of All Time that my mom (my mom) referenced my dad as being a Smurf in her email? We weren't allowed to watch Smurfs... and now, here she is, name dropping them like they were just as common an occurance as can be. ... This is just like when my dad started watching Lois & Clark (the New Adventures of Superman... perhaps you remember this show from the early 90's) and he had to tell me about it, because he thought I'd "enjoy it". (Mind you, this is a good 8 years AFTER the show was off the air and had been doomed to re-runs on USA.) Imagine my surprise that not only had he decided that the show was "okay" (I'd been strictly forbidden to watch it when it was on the air-waves, live) - but now, all of a sudden, he thought is was appropriate family viewing. Which takes me back to my mom letting my sister (who is the youngest, btw) watch Happy Days after school. In my day, we could listen to the intro/theme music, but then then we had to turn it off. Mom didn't approve of The Fonz - she said he was a womanizer (and then she wouldn't tell me what that meant... no worries, I looked it up in the dictionary). Oh, my... how times have changed. Next thing I know, she'll be (gasp) calling herself "Smurfette". What is the world coming to?