Purple & Blue!

When I was in high school, dying my hair purple was a rebellious act that caused my father to question my judgement and ask his friends what should be done in response. (Thankfully mom was more level headed and noted my grades were fine and hair dye would wash out.) It gives me no small amount of joy that now I get to share wholesome parenting moments with Noa dying their hair all sorts of wild colors, sharing insights from my slightly rebellious youth. I didn't dye my beard with them this time, but did share that I dyed my hair green during rehearsals for Les Miz, and while my director wasn't too pleased, it did wash out with plenty of time to spare before opening night. Hopefully Brent will be as understanding with The Sound of Music opening next month...