When Mark was a toddler and had looping red curls (sigh...gone, but not forgotten), people used to ask me two dumb questions.
First dumb question:
Where did he get that curly hair?
Which is, of course, a mystery.
We are involved in genetic research to figure out how on earth he could have ended up with curly hair.
Second dumb question:
Do you curl his hair?
Obviously. You know how toddlers are. They don't mind sitting still to have their hair curled. And I have lots of extra time on my hands for things like curling my toddler's hair.
(Pardon me while I regain my composure after seeing these pictures of my baby.)
Mark's hair has been short lately but it's growing a bit and starting to curl in fascinating ways. For example, Cub Scouts produced a unique and exciting look for him:
His fashionable scout hat flattened it all down and the collar of his scout shirt curled up the end.
Last night I took my boys to get their hair cut. It was time. Well past time. Braeden, without the voluminous mop on his head, is now 2 inches shorter. And as evidenced by the picture above, Mark's hair was doing strange, strange things.
They look handsome now and I promised Titi, the wonderful woman who cuts their hair, that I'll never cut it again. (I keep promising that...I keep breaking my promise...I keep regretting that I broke the promise. It's a vicious cycle.)
|Yes, we DID watch Napoleon Dynamite recently...why do you ask?|