Did You Hear the One About the Blonde Chick...?

Harry's in my office with some phantom illness his preschool swears he has.  They are wrong, but that's for a different blog.

He's got the Nintendo DS because Mama's got hours to bill.  He has become bored with Mario, or maybe he's realized that Mario is a bad influence.  Whatever.  He's discovered the "create your own avatar" function of the DS, and let's just say his sister is going to have lots of fun clearing off the 27 new "Harrys" (or is it "Harries"? not sure what the plural would be) he's created this afternoon.

But, but, but, geez, my kid.  So, this is what the "conversation" is like:

H: (shouting at the DS) NOT BROWN HAIR, NOT BROWN HAIR, NO!!!!!

Me:  Not brown hair?  What color hair do you want? (under my breath) because brown hair is the best, and don't you forget it.  Brown haired girls are nice, and sweet, and cook for you....

H:  NOT BROWN HAIR!!!!!!!

Me:  What color hair do you want Harry, mama will help.

H:  I want da udder color, da wellow, wike Miz Cawwie.  Awwww, no, not DA BROWN HAIR, NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

For.  The.  Love.