Sunday, June 09, 2013
There's an outdated stereotype of the bumbling dad who can't fix his daughter's hair, but it's kind of opposite in our household. SwingDaddy combs down the boys hair every morning, which as pictured above, is more exacting than you might imagine.
On the other hand, I have often forgotten until we get out of the house, or even until we step out of the car at school. The worse case - in May, SwingDaddy was out of town for the weekend, so I was solo with the boys, and I was sitting with Buster in the audience of Q-ster's piano recital while he was sitting with the other students on the other side of the room when I suddenly had the horrifying realization that I hadn't combed the boys hair that morning.
I looked over at Buster. His hair looked ok. Surely I would have noticed if his brother's hair was crazy. A few songs later, it was Q-ster's turn and I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked to the front of the room, looking tidy.
(This wasn't the graduation recital last week, it was a earlier, smaller one.)
And yes, the hair can get crazy. That's Buster above. And I have come across Q-ster in the morning as he looks in the mirror and sighs, "Chickenhair," as it stands on end like a rooster's comb.
Still, that's easier than long hair. My colleague's wife often travels and he's highly competent with getting his son and daughter to daycare in the morning, but one time there was a festival day that required a fancy dress and fancy hair hair-do. The dress, he managed, but the hair was a bit more of a challenge. When they arrived at school, the teacher kindly smiled and said, "On our own this morning, I see."