Lately you boys have not wanted anything to do with washing your hair. You won't even let me wet it down to make it look nice. This morning I had just washed my hands and they were still a little wet so I walked over to you and smoothed down your bed head. You immediately began to sob. You did not want wet hair. I reassured you that your hair wasn't wet and I combed it out with a hairbrush. I then told you how handsome you were and how cute your hair was. This only made you sob harder.
I continued getting ready for the morning. The crying lasted about ten minutes. Finally, you calmed down enough to have this conversation between sobs:
Mommy, "Hunter, what is wrong? Your hair isn't wet."
Hunter, "All the kids are going to say I'm cute?"
Mommy," Who's going to say you're cute?"
Hunter," All the boys and girls."
Mommy," Why? Because I combed your hair?"
Hunter," Yes."
Mommy, "do they say you're cute a lot?"
Hunter," YES!"
Mommy," You don't want them to say you're cute?"
Hunter,"NO!"
Mommy," Do you want me to mess your hair up?"
Hunter,"YES!"
I ruffled your hair up,"There, you have bed head again."
Hunter," sniffle...sniffle, good."
Oh buddy, I hate to break it to you, but you are cute. You're going to hear that from a lot of people over the course of your life. One day though, you'll see it as a blessing and not a burden. I love you sweetie. I'm sorry I fixed your hair. From now on, bed head it is.
Mommy
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