The Bieber, The Flock of Seagulls, The Billy Ray Cyrus, 1986 Hair Band, ... What's A Boy To Do?

So many hairstyle choices, so little time. Our boys have been working with an image consultant to find the right look for them. Not too flashy. Not too lame. Just the right amount of cool without saying, "Hey, look at me." Obviously Mr. Mom's typical greasy several-days-between-shower coif and his ever-receding hairline is of no use when looking for an example, so why not come up with their own look that works for them.

B loves to do some spiking after getting out of the bath. Classic stand-straight-up on the top, down on the sides. None of the head-caught-in-a-tornado look of today's youth. However, B does try some pretty original ideas. The other morning he came downstairs with his bangs wetly matted to his forehead while everything else was dry and normal looking. It was definitely original and clever, but unfortunately in a creepy sort of way.

C prefers the all out crazy hair, where every strand is poking straight out as far as possible, ala the I-have-my-hand-on-the-Van de Graaff-generator-at-the-science-museum look. But, C is pretty committed to the bit once he decides that today is a "hair-day". Ergo, the following anecdote.

A few weeks ago, it was one of those days when B was in front of the mirror before we left for school. He was doing some styling, sans product. This is o.k. with Mr. Mom because when it dries, it falls back to normal and we can go about our day without harm. However, this particular day, C is all-in on having crazy hair because B made it look so cool. So, along side B, we get C's hair a little wet and comb it up, with the thought that when it dries, it will fall down to normal and we can move on.

Big Mistake. When we got to school, Mr. Mom and B had already forgotten about the at-home hair styling session of the morning. However, C was apparently still committed to it. Unbeknownst to Mr. Mom, when C was in the bathroom alone doing his before school handwashing and fighting the evil germ monsters, he was also using the water from the sink to re-style his hair because it had fallen down when it dried as previously predicted. Only instead of using just water, ..... he used handsoap from the nearby dispenser to give it that extra hold he really needed. When I go in to check on him, there he stands, bubbles all over his head and hair sticking out all over, smiling like the proudest little boy ever. After a pretty big belly laugh, I wrestle his head under the faucet for, what turned out to be, a pretty traumatic rinse. Nothing like an impromptu bathing of a 3-year-old in a bathroom sink to start your day.