"Good morning!" I said. "Take out your book for reading time."
He just stood there. A quizzical look on his face.
"Can I help you? Everything okay?"
"Mrs. Bennett, no offense, but... what is going on with your hair today?"
"Okay, okay, go have a seat."
"Seriously! It looks weird!"
"Thanks for letting me know."
I glanced at my reflection in the window across the hall between classes.
He wasn't wrong.
Eighth graders- they are nothing if not honest.