Blue Streak, Part One

Earlier this night, I made a paste out of blue Kool-Aid and applied it liberally to a chunk of the Lone Star Girl's hair, then wrapped it in plastic wrap and a towel and sent her to bed. It was a mess and it was no fun getting her to be still about it, but it was what she wanted...a blue streak in her hair. We'll see in the morning if it worked. My earlier stand that hair dye was inappropriate for a still-growing body fizzled when we found out that most people use harmless Kool-Aid for the sort of bright colors that the Lone Star Girl wanted. After learning that, I really didn't have a problem with it, except that I didn't want her to be suspended from school. The district's dress code says something about no unusual hair styles or colors that distract, and leaves it up to the principal to decide if something is distracting or not. The Lone Star Girl was of the opinion that she might never again have a principal as laid back about the dress code as the one she has now is, so she needed to get her blue streak on while still in elementary school. She asked the principal if it was okay, and the principal said not her whole head, but a streak should be fine, if I was okay with it. I verified that with the principal and here we are...on the road to blue raspberry hair.