The story AJ likes told most about when he was a baby is how hairy he was at birth. Long hair covering his head almost to his eyebrows and hair on his back and shoulders! The thing he currently likes least is having his hair 'done.' I should be grateful that at least on Sundays he likes his hair to look as good as his favorite three-piece suit. During the week, I don't really have a problem with hair not looking done. Its the bed-head that bothers me most! The compromise I have made is that as long as he combs it first he gets it his way. If I do it, its my way.
This morning I realized that since school started I have only combed the boys hair once when it was picture day and they have not combed it once! AJ and Chas had already left so Eli was my lone victim. I asked him the standard: "spikes, faux, or combed."
"Combed," he said. "But I don't want a cone!"
"Icecream?"
"No cone-head!"
I decided to drop the questions, just comb it and move on to the next step in getting him to school. He was so proud that he had fit BOTH his guns in his backpack. Each of these guns is at least 2 feet long! I thought about having the 'we shouldn't bring guns to school' conversation but decided to save that battle for when we were actually in the car on our way to school. SOO glad I did too because next he tried to stuff both of his special blankets in his backpack with his guns. Then came a line I never thought I'd get to use... "You have to choose..blankets or guns, you can't have both!"
He thought carefully for a moment then looking me straight in the eye said, "blankets Mama!"
It would seem that not all is lost when one of my sweet boys still finds the greatest comfort in toting around a bag of blankets instead of guns. Later I asked him what he meant by cone-head and he just smiled at me like I was the batty one!
