Riding the Wave!

So it all started one day back in December when we were getting ready to go to Pack Meeting. I told Will the normal stuff like, "Get your socks and shoes and coat on and wash your face off..." and blah blah blah and then I added something atypical: "...and comb your hair!" We must have been in a hurry because I don't normally turn hair responsibilities over to kids under the age of 8. So I was delighted when Will came to me in his socks and shoes and coat and messy face with dripping wet hair. He told me excitedly, "I did it with a knife!" At first I freaked but then realized he couldn't remember the name of a comb and got it confused with a knife. Phew. Off we went to Pack Meeting where Will's hairdo was greeted with much appreciation from some of the other mothers. None of the fathers would notice something as important as a 4 year-old's first hairdo.

The weeks passed and Will got better and better at doing his hair with a knife and realized he could get it big and cool. The farther up it stuck and the fluffier it was, the better. It started drying in ways I didn't even know possible (and in ways I would have been so jealous of in the 8th grade!) and Will decided he was the awesomest thing on two legs. I'll just let the pictures speak a thousand words.