Oops, did I scare you?

Youngest Daughter's day program held their annual Christmas party yesterday.  Steve and I were there and so was YD's care provider. At the appropriate moment Santa came in - there were lots of believers in attendance - and handed out presents and ho, ho, hoed.  It was a cast of many, say 100, and I didn't want to freak anyone out so I wore my new wig for the first time.

I basically don't like wigs although people with large hearts assure me I look "great" when I wear one.  After weeks of baldness and hats, this one was heavy and well, really hairy.  I felt like a hunter's target, at risk of being mounted on his den wall.

At one point YD looked up and asked in innocence, "Mom, are you wearing a wig or did your hair grow?"  Since I'd seen her two days earlier I could have messed with her and proclaimed it a miracle, but I am truthful to the core so I 'fessed up.

It's all chemo-brain.  Suddenly, I am truly vain!