Crazy Hair

Cody's favorite thing to do the past few days has been to say, "Mom! I'm going to comb my hair down so nicely so I am presentable!" and then wet it and make it as crazy as possible. I say things like, "Whoa, that's not presentable! That looks like a bird landed on your head!" or "Is there a giant ocean wave on your forehead?" and he laughs like a loon, and I think, "Hey, this isn't so hard!" (Ha.) This morning, I blew his mind by joining him.

I'm still wearing my hairdo, by request. Cody asked if I would keep it that way when I go into the office later. What do you think?