In a moment of idiocy, my son agreed to let his roommate cut his hair in any style he wanted, in exchange for said roommate's having to wear a bowl cut (like Moe from the Three Stooges) for a week.
So here is my handsome son, looking a bit like the Mayor of Munchkinland, on a bad day.
(Has it clicked in anyone's mind yet that we are in the holiday season? The time of year when families gather and take pictures!!)
His beard is cut in the Olde English style. "It looks pretty cool, huh Mom?" Let me not delude you. "No. No it doesn't."
After telling me that he received a few strange looks as he was driving down the highway, I could totally understand. You can't seeing the stripes on the side of his head or the "N" just above his right ear. Yup. I would have looked at him strangely as well. In fact, I probably would have thought that Tim Burton was in town filming yet another movie oddity and that he was an extra (terrestrial). Thank goodness he was heading home last night to correct this incredible misjudgement of hair-raising hair-style.
Wait! How do you correct something so severe? Oh. By shaving your head, that's how. Could it get any worse? Correcting a bowl cut, where there is hair to play with is one thing. But correcting the hair on an escapee from Oz is totally another.
So, I will be taking my children to see their grandmother on Christmas Eve with one of them looking like he recently was released from an interrment camp. Maybe if he dresses in a green suit and yellow tights we can convince her that he is playing "Elf" in a local production.
Honestly. It makes a mother so proud.