Witch Which

I did not sleep soundly at all last night. Maybe it was because I napped in the afternoon. Maybe I had too much Dunkin’ Donuts coffee Sunday morning. I am very very tired. Why do I seem to start my week this way so very often?

Well apparently one of my 6 yr old’s “friends” said to her “Your mom looks like a witch.” That’s nice. Especially because practically everyday some stranger tells her how much she looks like me. Now I don’t know what this little girl’s idea of a witch is. Did she mean this kind?:

Or maybe this?:


Or if I’m really lucky this is what she thinks a witch looks like:
Anyway I guess my four year old heard me repeating this comment either to my husband or a girlfriend on the phone. At the dinner table last night she said to me with all the sweetness in the world, “Even if you don’t look so good, you are still the best Mommy in the whole world.” Her intention of course was to make me feel better. Very sweet, but these kids are giving me a complex! If I had a hooked nose, a long chin, or even one wart, I’d at least know why this little girl thinks I look like a witch. Really there is only one 1st grader in the world whose opinion of me really matters. But still I hope she wasn’t hurt by this kid’s remark. Were kids so mean when I was in school? Either no, or yes but I blocked all that out. I thought it started more in the 6th grade back then.