Mommy, Don’t Touch My Fauxhawk!

So I finally figured out Hudson’s hair. I kept trying to cut it so I could have the style I was looking for. Then I realized that it wasn’t in the haircut, but how I do his hair. Hudson now gets his hair done every morning. What fun for me. I openly admit I’m not very nice about it though.

Our conversations in the morning go something like this:

Me:  Can I do your hair?

Hudson:  No, does my hair look like a Q-Tip?

Me:  Yes it does, you can either let me do you hair or I guess I will have to cut it ALL off!

Hudson:  But I like my Q-Tip hair.  Do you have Q-Tip hair?

Me:  Sometimes, people aren’t supposed to go out in public with Q-tip hair.

Hudson:  What’s public?

Me:  Out where everyone can see you.

Hudson:  Oh, okay, I want a Fauxhawk then.

With dryer, spray, mousse and comb in hand I go at it. He always has the choice of a "fauxhawk" or "surfer hair". I used to actually let him have the fauxhawk per his request, but now that his hair is so long I do the fauxhawk, show him his reflection in the mirror and then pat his head as he walks out my bedroom door. Somedays he catches me and accuses, "Mommy, don’t touch my fauxhawk, you will squish it down". Then I have to go through the whole routine again.

Every once in awhile, he decides he wants to do his own hair, and apparently he has watched often enough, because he can get his hair into a good fauxhawk on his own. Don’t worry, I’m not pushing him the way of cosmetology school.