Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I have spent some time in the past discussing the Mud Puddle’s hair. When he was about a year and a half he HATED having his hair cut and it turned into a major drama. Since then he has been much better about it and actually looks forward to visiting the hair salon. We found one here in Nash that caters to children (if you have kids look and see if you have one: they are called Snip Its and it is a little more than a Super Cuts but SO kid friendly).

We have been pretty consistent with his hair for the last year or so –wearing it short and tight. Well, this past weekend he decided he wanted to start spiking it. HUH??

I am not really sure where that came from. Scott wears his a little spiky in the front but the Mud Puddle decided he wanted his spiked all over. This is the same kid that won’t let me part his hair on the side and wants it combed forward all the time. Spiky is the opposite of brushed forward in my estimation.

So Saturday before karate I gave him bad boy spikes and he LOVED it. It also made him look about seven years old. We get to karate and he has to show all the instructors and some of the other kids his hair. He was SO proud of it!

We stopped at the drugstore and bought him his own ‘product’ (God help me) and a spritz bottle so I can wet his hair down a little better.

Every morning this week I have gone through the five minute process of sticking his hair up and then spraying the crap out of it with cheap hairspray.

When I pick him up after school his hair has fallen and one little bit is half sticking up. I am not sure what exactly he does during the day to cause his hair to fall because I shellac the stuffing out of it, but it is pretty funny to see.
I am not sure if this is a phase or if he is going to be hair obsessed for the rest of his life.

The bad news for me is this cuts into MY hair fixing time so I have been less than well coiffed this week. I didn’t need any less help in the fixing department, at this rate I am going to better off putting a paper bag over my head – or better yet start a really good hat collection.