There is NO Photo Because I Promised

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!

Kids Say The Darnedest Things

Last night at dinner one of the kids asked if I ever wrote down things they said as a very little child.  I told them, yes, and asked "Do you want to hear some?"

I think this answer surprised them.  But I ran upstairs to get the book of kid-isms I had kep of them.

The first thing The Boy noticed was that he must not have spoken for some time, since he wasn't included with his own quotations until about half way through.

The Girl mentioned that while she spoke more--or at least got written down--her quotes weren't nearly as funny as The Boy's.

We had some that were so funny, that I couldn't get through them as I read them.  For example:

One day The Boy (who almost only ate hot dogs) asked for a "hot on a pork chop".  I didn't know what he meant, so I asked him again what he wanted for lunch.  "I want a hot dog on a chapstick!"  Finally we figured out he wanted to have a hot dog on a chopstick, so he didn't have to touch it but it was easy to eat.

Writing that now, not too much trouble getting through it.  But as I read that last night, I was laughing so hard, I was snorting.

Good times.

I'm glad I wrote some of the funny things they said.  Sadly, I don't remember as much of their early years as I would like to.  I hope that is included in the promise given to us when we are resurrected and all things will be restored to us.  I really hope memory is part of that.