Pick your battles

As parents, we had to learn early on to pick our battles. Some things are not optional. Period. But some things could go either way. Like hair. Captain C really, really wants to let his hair be all shaggy and gross looking. Ok, I am ignoring that as much as I can. As long as it is clean, I am trying to not tell him that he looks like a doofus and one day he will, most likely, blame me for this 'do when he looks back on pictures. I'm letting it go. I'm trying to let it go. Tricky T has it in his head that mohawks are awesome. Last year, I gave in and let him have it...harmless fun, right? He doesn't ask for much and I can deal with the looks and comments if he is happy. Really, it is hair. It grows back (and fast on that kid....I think he is part Chia Pet!). He has been asking for over a month if it is time for his mohawk yet. I was hoping he would forget about it....but he didn't. Tonight is crazy hair night at kid church and what better time than now to let the boy have his wish.  Thankfully, he is cute!

I need to remember to sunscreen his white head for a while, huh? His hair was so long that I need to trim up the remaining hair...but waiting until after tonight so he can have more to work with....then we will calm it down a little. I hope ;)