A few months back, I convinced my boys they wanted to grow their hair a little longer. If you ask me why, I'll tell you it's because all the tween boys are wearing it like that nowadays and I wanted them to fit in, but in reality it had more to do with the lack of desire to drag them to the barbers.
Unfortunately there was a slight flaw in my plan: longer hair requires some necessities, if it isn't to to look like it's sprouting from a parentless urchin. Things like washing it more than once a quarter, being willing to brush it, and not minding hair product. Do you know how many of those things these lovely boys of mine were willing to do? None. Zero. Nadda.
I bought them gel and showed them how to put it in, three weeks later they were willing to swear they had never heard of gel, didn't know what it looked like, and couldn't tell me where it had disappeared. Careless, awesome curls were a rarity and always the result of embarrassing Mom-can-still-tackle-me episodes. Instead my boys sprouted fluffy, bulbous knobs around their heads.
Basically, I had two tweenagers with mops as heads.
Did I tell you about the time I noticed one of them had enough grease in his hair to cook some fries? When I asked how this was possible (he had come down from his shower with wet hair every morning), he replied he had not been using shampoo. For over a month ... maybe even two months! Why would you wet down your hair every day without washing it? Unless a shrug and shake of the head is some deep answer that went over my head, there was no good answer to that question.
Basically, I had two tweenagers with dirty mops as heads.
What about the time (or times) I looked over at church and realized neither boy had even tried to brush their hair in the morning and both sported bed heads, complete with flattened down parts and peaks on the other side?
Basically, I had two tweenagers with dirty, tangled mops as heads.
And that is why, when one mentioned he wanted a shorter hair cut for summer and his brother showed similar interest, I practically killed myself running for the razor. Their hair was so bad I was willing to risk cutting it myself before they changed their minds.
My boys have normal looking human heads again. But I suppose I will have to find the real mop again the next time I need to clean up a spill.
Someday they will actually care about how they look, right? Right?!?
(I don't have good before/after pictures so I'm posting some of all the kids. Without too much effort I'm sure you'll be able to pick out the two that went from dirty, tangled mops to normal.)