What are the Odds?

We had to run a quick errand for milk and I called Jaden inside. He came in and said, "Mom, look at my hair! Is there bird poop? I think I felt something wet fall on me."

I looked, in the dim light that is our house in the evening, and saw nothing.

But when we were standing at the check-out line, I DID notice a "suspicious" wet spot in his hair, only, now it was crusty. I probably should have waited to tell the poor guy until we got home. He said, "WHAT are the chances? I mean, how often does this happen to people, especially people like me that wear bike helmets most of the time? Oooh, that's SO gross!"

Craig, the ever so loving big brother told him, "Well, now your hair matches your attitude lately!"

And now, bless his heart, I can hear the poor little guy in the shower: "Eww! Eww! It's stuck...that's SO gross!"

He just stuck his head out the door. "Mom, I got it...but you might want to buy a new comb!"