In honour of my lovely niece’s 13th birthday tomorrow, I am holding a party for my head* this evening. Oh yes, I am! And I dared – or rather, double-dog dared – the young (er, I mean, nearly-adult) niece to do the same.
She and her friends, being good sports and loving a good party, took the dare. (It should be noted that she doesn’t like to wear her hair any way other than down and in her face. Otherwise, the dare wouldn’t have been needed.)
Happy birthday, Kid! I love ya, luv!
* It is a well-known fact that pigtails are just about as much fun as your hair can have. So much fun, in fact, that it’s like a party for your head!
NOTE: After writing this piece I decided to check out one of my favourite word-geek sites and was humoured by the last paragraph on the entry explaining the etymology behind double-dog dare.