(insert cringing mom here)
He definitely applied himself some hair gel! Mom intervention!!! Over to the sink we went and I washed his hair thoroughly, dried and combed it out for him. He thanked me and quickly disappeared. I noticed he left the kitchen and called out to see where he went. "I am in the bathroom . . . combing my hair." Oh Dear . . . it has begun . . . Mom doesn't comb it the way he WANTS it combed. He walked out of the bathroom and asked me how it looked. I really wanted to tell him that I really liked it the way I combed it, however I held my tongue and instead said, "It looks nice."
My boy is growing up . . .