The Boy has a short haircut, but it is growing out to the point of starting to stick out in places. Since he HATES getting his hair cut, he tries to put it off forever. I’ve told him that a trim will be happening in the next 48 hours, period, but since we just made it back last night, today required some effort to look a little better for school. So, I sprayed some water on and used a little gel on my hands to slick the sides back and spike the top up, and I must have done a decent job because this was his take on it:
mom, what are you doing?
I’m trying to keep these bits here from sticking out so that it looks a little better until we can trim it.
okay, but i think i liked it better before you started messing with it
Give me some time, son; I’m not finished! … water, gel, futz, futz, futz. There, now look.
you’re right, much better, but i don’t know if i can wear it like this.
because it’s a catholic school — i don’t think you’re allowed to be cool.