Every night after his bath, I comb Owen’s hair. He always gives me the specs: I want it flat, I don’t want girl hair, make it go back like this.

Well, lately he’s been telling me “Flat on top, curly on the sides.” I’m like, uh. What?

Turns out he meant this.

My kid. Marches to the beat of his own fife and drum corp. (And for the record, I failed miserably at this style. I think I need some wig powder and a pair of hot tongs.)