Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Why you should never teach your daughter voodoo

Alison just came and asked me a question and I told her no.  She then ripped a strand of hair from my head and ran off with it to her room.

I asked her, "What are you doing with that hair?"

She said, "Nooothiiing..."  In that fake innocent tone that means she's not-so-secretly up to something.

I'm kind of terrified.  I'm racking my brain to see if I've accidentally taught her any voodoo magic.  And even if I haven't, who knows what they learn at school.  My mother doesn't even want to know what my friends taught me when she thought I was learning science.  Sex is the least of our worries nowadays. 

I guess this is a call for help.  If you don't hear from me in a couple of days, I might be locked in a closet while Alison eats gallons of ice cream for breakfast.