The Darndest Things

Sweet Son #1 has good hair. It's thick, with just a bit of wave. It's a deep chocolate brown. It lays really nicely.

Usually.

Earlier this week, I happened to catch a glimpse of him in the back seat of the car on the way to school. A glimpse of him...and his serious case of bed head.

I said, "What the heck is up with your hair?" And he replied, with all the seriousness of his seven years...

"I don't know, but it's gotta stop!"

Cheers!