The Mousse, the Shampoo, and the Rainbow Day

“The Mousse, the Shampoo, and the Rainbow Day”

In true Colorado fashion, the weather couldn’t make up its mind—it was cold, wet, windy… and somehow, rainbow-filled. It was one of those days where the sky was having an identity crisis, and so, apparently, was the bathroom.

Dad was feeling fly this morning. He’d laid out his clothes the night before, pressed to perfection like he had somewhere important to be—like the cover of GQ or just the front seat of the car. After his shower, he lotion’d up, splashed on his cologne (with just the right amount of swagger), shaved smooth, and grabbed the mousse to finish his look.

Except… the mousse was not mousse. It was shampoo.

So now, this dashing man with a face full of confidence and a head full of “No Tear” shampoo is standing in the bathroom like, “What the hell?” The weather mirrored the moment—rainclouds parting to reveal a sunbeam and a rainbow, as if nature itself was cracking up at the mix-up.

Meanwhile, the bathroom looked like a product commercial exploded. Shampoo bottles—six of them, according to Dad—inside the shower, outside the shower, beside the sink, on top of the toilet. “Too much damn shit,” he said, “I don’t know what’s what!”

Naturally, he declared it was Mom’s fault.

Mom, ever the graceful navigator of this adventure, just shook her head and smiled. Because how do you even respond when the mousse is shampoo, the weather is making bubble art on the windshield, and your husband’s feeling fly but looking like a bubble wrap model?

They made it to the doctor’s appointment, with a head full of stories and a backseat full of bubbles. And tonight, when we sat down to recap the day, this moment had us laughing until our stomachs hurt. This, without a doubt, was the highlight—proof that love, humor, and a little shampoo mix-up go a long way.