NOODLE FRIEND’S HAIR COLOR

ONCE UPON A TIME

NOODLE FRIEND HAD A REALIZATION.

HIS HAIR HAD BEEN DYED FOR AS LONG AS HE COULD POSSIBLY REMEMBER, AND EVERY PICTURE HIS MOMMA HAD FROM WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER HE HAD SOME KIND OF COLOR IN HIS LOCKS, SOMETIMES MANY AT ONCE.

NOODLE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT HIS NATURAL HAIR COLOR TRULY WAS.

AND SO ONE DAY, AFTER A LOVELY WALK (SEE BELOW) HE DECIDED TO CALL HIS MOMMA FOR MORE INFORMATION.

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“MOMMA I NEED ANSWERS.” Noodle shouted over the phone.

His Momma was used to calls like these from her lil Noodle, so she responded calmly. “Yes, Lil Noodle, what is it now?”

“WHAT COLOR WAS MY HAIR WHEN I WAS BORN? I WISH TO DYE IT THAT JUST TO SEE HOW I’D LOOK NOW.” The Noodle excitedly yelled.

“Why sweetie I’m not sure… hang on dearest.” The line went dead as Momma began to search for pictures of her lil man. “Why here’s one! I’ll send it right over.”

As Momma was not all that great with technology, she mailed it the old fashioned way, you know, through the mail. With paper and a stamp and her saliva keeping the envelope together. Remember those days?

Well anyways, it was a while before Momma’s letter arrived, and Noodle waited (kind of) patiently the whole time.

And then he tore open the paper, dropping pieces on the floor. Yanked out a folded picture and flattened the creases gently in his hand. NOODLEFRIENDISABABY

Purple. His hair was purple.

So great was his elation he called his sister with the good news.

“Why Noodle that’s wonderful! But also strange..” Sister went on to explain that she remembered the day that Noodle’s baby photos had been taken, and in the copy she had received he had Green hair, not Purple.

They ended their conversation wishing each other well, and Noodle looked once more at the pacified baby in his hand.

He went back to FaceBook and called every family member he knew. Noodle doesn’t have many cousins, so when he was born everyone was just so excited that each person wanted a picture to stick on their fridges. Many of the sentimental kinds still had their photos of Baby Noodle, and each one said he had different colored hair!

Orange like a sunset, White like an old man’s, Pink like a rose, Blue like the sea, Brown as the wings of eagles, Yellow as his skin, Gray as a tombstone, Black as ink, Red as muscle, on and on their vivid descriptions went, each different from the last.

Noodle was very very very very very very very very VERY confused.

“MOMMA WHAT IS THIS? NO ONE THINKS I HAVE THE SAME COLOR OF HAIR!” Noodle bawled. “HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO DYE IT BACK TO NORMAL IF I DON’T KNOW WHAT NORMAL IS?”

“Now, now, sweetie pie. Let me just think for a momen- OH SWEET HONEY ICED TEA! Now I remember! You were born with hair like the rainbow, and it seemed to change with the wind’s breeze. When we had your first hair cut the week after you were born, we decided to get it dyed that nice purple, since purple is across the color wheel from yellow so it would contrast nicely with you- nevermind.” Momma sighed, “Point is, every color you’ve EVER had your hair is your natural color already.”

Noodle was silent for a bit, processing this fantastic news.

And then he rushed to Mr. Scissors, begging for a certain style. Scissors explained that he needed to finish his other clients hair first, so Noodle helpfully gave him a buzz cut, pushed him out the door and sat in Mr. Scissors chair.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mr. Scissors began working on Noodle’s luscious mane of hair sprouting from his yellow, egg-shaped body.

The end result was indeed spectacular.

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I HOPE THIS MAKES YOUR DAY BETTER. LOVE YOU ALL!

NOODLE OUT!

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