I’ve long said (well, 10 years long) that I’m saving my battles for the biggies — like tattoos and maybe body piercing, definitely alcohol and drugs, plus all matter of risky, dangerous, and illegal behavior. Not that my kid will engage is any poor choices, like ever, but just in case I need the energy, I’m saving some up. (And, of course, I’m not knocking anyone with tattoos or piercings — the dad has a tattoo, after all, I’m just not advising ink, you know?)
So, I let the funky hairdo slide, even did the shaving and cutting myself, and you know what? I really, really like it. I think it’s because I can see Joey’s face so much better now — he was pretty overgrown pre-hawk — and I just can’t stop admiring his warm-weather ‘do. He loves it, too, and it seems to have instilled a new brand of confidence in the boy. Just the other night, he declared, “I feel like a new man!”
Now, the question is, does the little brother need a new look — or does shaggy suit him just fine?