And I hoped he would grow up to want hair like this:

But instead, it appears he wants hair like this:

Which, sorry Celine...love your music but could you get your son a haircut? A small trim perhaps?
So the battle lines have been drawn, thank goodness for private school with hair regulations! Though I must give him something; so every morning out the door we go as I smile politely and tell him he looks nice, all the while trying to quell the urge inside of me to chase him down the sidewalk with a brush and a can of hairspray.
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