Note to self: don't trust everything you read on the internet. Just because their lovely model can die her hair with kool-aid, doesn't mean you can.

You'll recall this is a repeat attempt. This time we tried it with eight packets of kool-aid instead of one. I'll frankly admit that my exhaustion and general sense of being completely done with demands made the putting on of the kool-aid less fun than it could have been. I just had no energy to deal with Rose constantly swirling her protective sheet around the kitchen--before she even had any hair dye in.

But the real problem came at 10:15 at night. I was coming up to bed when I heard David crying. His scalp itched; the kool-aid was flaking; he just couldn't deal. I went into "barf in the middle of the night" mode. I was very calm, very supportive. We rinsed the kool-aid out. (Take a moment to picture green and purple rivulets going down his body.) We changed his pillow case covers. We got him back in bed. And then John and I were feeling the pain of knowing David would be mourning the loss of his green and purple hair and two hours short of sleep the next day.

His hair has colored highlights in the right light. He was actually pretty functional the next day. I'm going to just spraypaint them next time.