Today my son marched out the door with a style worthy of David Beckham, spiky hair, soccer cleats, "swishy pants" and all. Except for the fact that he is not a blonde but a redhead, oh and he's only 4.
Before Jamie (my redhead) was born I was teaching art full time at a local elementary school. I taught over 500 students a week, a handful were redheads and they were just that, handfuls. I hate to generalize but it was consistent throughout the years teaching. Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy or something in the dye?