Growing up, I always wanted to be Mary in our LDS church congregation’s annual reenactment of the Nativity. But your chances are slim-to-none when you have blonde, frizzy hair and don’t exactly ooze with meekness or sweetness.
Even being repeatedly cast as an angel was a stretch (though the ringlets my mom made from those pesky overnight pink rollers were pretty angelic).
So, I could totally relate to the disagreement I heard at church yesterday as Hadley and her bestie Alex were jockying for the coveted role of Mary at our ward’s Christmas party in a few weeks.
Hadley: “You can’t do it. Mary didn’t have short hair.”
Alex: “Oh yeah? Well, I’ll bet she didn’t have BANGS!”
For the record, I hope neither of them gets the part. 
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 