My dad is named Dave, and he is in the army. He often used to intimidate my friends because he wears a tough army uniform, and has one of those high and tide haircuts. Of course, once they get to know him the realize that he is a perpetual twelve year old, he becomes popular in no time. He is a lot of fun, and a real softy, especially for his three daughters...trust me, he can still play the authoritative parent card though....sometimes to the point that causes me to want to jump up and say "yes sir major Jensen!" (He of course hates this...thus the appeal!).
Anyway, the other day I was thinking about my wonderful, funny dad, and I remembered the time that he let us die his hair bright blond...why he did it I will never know! One thing that you should know about my dad is that he has really dark, almost black. I think most of us girls know what a box of cheap blond hair dye can do to this color type. For family night we all helped dye dad's hair, and the result was astonishing. He looked like a fuzzy baby chicken! It was so funny! He did not freak out or anything, he just laughed a little. It must have been interesting to see him walk into his army base building the next day...I wonder what his fellow soldiers said to him. I'll bet they teased him a bit...that is just what happens. My dad of course did not care a bit, he just smiled, and kept his head high. Oh, I sure love my dad...although I don't think he will ever let us dye his hair again...ever!