Earlier this week, The Boy asked me about the 80s. Specifically, 80s Big Hair. I told him that he had more hair on his head than I did at his age...though mine at the time might have been slightly longer. He seemed intrigued.
I asked him if I could blow dry his hair and show him the "big 80's hair" potential he has. He was game.
He had just come home from golfing, so he took a shower--this is a regular post-golf-in-July activity for him. Once he was done in the shower and put pants on, he came downstairs where I grabbed the blower dryer and my faithful, and vintage, vented hair brush, from circa 1985. Yes, it is my original.
After a few minutes and a little bit of drying with his hair flipped over his head, turned upside down, I had him flip it right side up and gently styled it into place. VERY Shaun Cassidy, only more brunette.
I giggled all the way through the conversation that followed:
Me: Hey, you have to let me get a picture of this.
Him: Mom, if I let you take a picture, you CANNOT put this on Facebook. *makes a grab for my phone* Or your blog. *snatches at the phone some more* Or anywhere people might see it.
Me: *scrambling to get the phone into place to take a picture without any type of promise*
Him: MOM! I mean it!
Me: *completely overtaken by his man-length arms* OK, fine! Now just let me take this picture.
So, just imagine the photo of him with his feathered back, side parted, waves of brunette motion hair.
Crazy, kid. But I'm noting that he never said I can't share it on a wedding video or missionary farewell announcement.
I might not be able to out maneuver him, but he has yet to out smart the MOM!
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