Zeke loves his curly hair (maybe a little too much). He can't go anywhere it seems without someone commenting that they love his curly hair. He loathes having hair cuts because it's always a little less curly for a few days. He hates the comments that people he knows then make to him ("you cut your curls?"). The older he gets, the more he is able to petition for a stay on hair cuts. His hair has gotten the longest it has ever been. It looks good when it is washed and combed, but most of the time it is a matted gnarly mess. ;) He has been going swimming at the YMCA a few times a week, and the chlorine is not kind. He thought it was torture that I mandated the use of conditioner from now on (he says, "My hair feels all slimy!"). I finally convinced him to let me trim it up just a bit...it will still be long and curly (and matted and gnarly at times), but will (hopefully) keep him looking like a boy.
Today was the day. While I tugged at the tangles, combing through his hair before cutting it, I started talking about my dad. The kids haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with my dad, and my stories have been far too few. I told him that my dad has curly hair too. I said that now that he's older it is thin and balding, so he keeps it shaved most of the time (at least I *think* that's why he shaves it...maybe he has other reasons), but I will always picture him with curly hair . Zeke obviously felt my dad's plight and without missing a beat suggested, "Couldn't he just get a wig? Then he could have curly hair forever!"
If you know my dad, you can laugh heartily! And Dad, if you shave your hair for other reasons, maybe you should embrace the curls and let them grow back. Ha! :)
Here is a "before" picture...