I secretly purchased a small bottle of hair gel (what they don't know we have, they won't look for and paint the house with), and kept it on the top shelf of the bathroom closet behind The Stuff No One Uses, and waited for the day when they would earn that spikey hair. The day came, the hair was spiked, the faces were smiling on the way out the door. We even had time to take a picture before leaving, and I thought I still had it on my computer... but I can't find it. Let me check somewhere else. Hold please...
(That's Parker on the left, Cable and sweet baby Osky, our Schnauzer/Poodle mix named Oscar who is the best dog in the WORLD).
There weren't as many Spikey Hair Days as I had hoped there would be, but once in a while, Cable and Parker will point out their exceptional behavior and suggest that it be a Spikey Hair Day. And usually I will agree.
For those who don't already know, I am convinced that I was given two of the most mischievous boys currently on the planet. We've had incidents involving sharpies and furniture, a dozen eggs and the one carpeted room in the house, and let's not forget the day they were "playing so nicely" in their bedroom, but then it got quiet enough to cause concern, and I went in to find they had loaded every item they could lift -- toys, books, clothes, hangers, small furniture -- onto Cable's bed. "We made a dump truck!!!" they shouted. (Can't find that picture, unfortunately).
Anyway, back to the hair gel. I'd been expecting this, so I wasn't all that surprised when I found Cable and Parker in the bathroom this morning like this:
Cable let Parker squeeze about 1/4 a bottle onto his head, some of which slipped off and plopped onto the bathroom floor, of course), and then wondered why his hair wouldn't stand up. Time for the "Less is More" (especially when it comes to styling products) talk. I'll go get the boys.
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