When my son Neil was little, his hair was a pale, baby blonde. Over the years, it ripened into something darker--a golden honey color--but still unmistakably blonde, particularly in summer. Two weeks ago, his hair had suddenly darkened, so that you could not tell his color from that of his brown haired sister. Day after day, I kept exclaiming over it, particularly when I saw him sitting in the sun and could see plainly that his hair was brown, without so much as a hint of its former gold.
Saturday night, I reminded him to take a shower so he would look neat and tidy for Mass the next day. It was getting late, and he did not feel like it, but I insisted. When he returned fifteen minutes later, I could see his hair was damp, yet not especially wet. The thought crossed my mind that he had run it under the sink without actually washing it. I employed my best cross examination skills.
Mom: "Did you take that shower?"
Mom: "Did you wash your hair?"
Mom: "With shampoo?"
Mom: "What shampoo did you use?"
Neil (sheepishly): "Um, that shampoo in the white bathroom."
Mom (sensing I was getting to the bottom of something): "What? What kind is it?"
Neil: "It's called 'Brilliant' something."
Mom (very surprised): "Brilliant Brunette?"
Neil: "Yes. It was the only one there."
Mom: "How long have you been using it?"
Neil: "I don't know--a few weeks, maybe?"
Mom (doubled over with laughter): "It's been turning your hair brown!"
Bernadette (the sister who has been on hand this whole time): "Don't use that shampoo anymore . . . even if it has been working wonders for you!"