So I drive seven-year old Shelby to work every day.  This will probably not be the last post about this arrangement.  Sometimes I think I should abandon my blog and just interview Shelby every few days and write down what she says.

So this week we’re driving to school and have the following conversation:

Shelby:  Dad, do you know what would be a waste of hair gel?

Me (pause):  Um, no.  What would be a waste of hair gel?

Shelby:  Sculpting your hair so that it looks like a chicken is sitting on top of your head.