Okay, so P skipped school for two days because of a tummy problem. He’s finally gone back today not before telling me, “Mom, do you have gel?”
Me: What for?
P: I want to put gel in my hair like my classmate, J.
Me: Oh. (Wondering if the gel that’s way back in the closet is still safe to use.) Uhm, I have wax, and that works pretty well. Your uncle (S’s brother) uses it.
P: Oh okay.
Fast forward to “about to leave for school”:
I take out the Gatsby Hard Wax that I have and start fixing his hair.
See, P’s hair isn’t like easy to fix…well, nor do I know what to do, honestly. This is as good as I could go, without laughing out loud (I was half incredulous that he wanted to put gel in his hair and half wondering how to do it). Plus, over and above that—I wanted to take pictures. Look at his face in the 3rd picture—he was frustrated at me (plus the helpers who were all giggling) that he just said, “look, let’s forget it” and wanted to wash the wax out of this hair.
Well, he’s too young to put on gel anyway. =p