Sunday, January 25, 2009
...but, he wanted me to :)
The pictures do not do the story justice... The boys and I came home on Friday right after school while Jared was gone to an away basketball game. We ate supper and then the boys went upstairs to play. I cleaned the kitchen, started laundry, picked up the living room and then began to wonder why both boys were being so quiet. As I walked around to the staircase, I caught a drift of aerosal hairspray. I knew I was in trouble then. As I made my way to the bathroom I noticed the hairspray can was sitting on the edge of the vanity. When I picked it up, the can I had just bought the day before was about 3/4 empty. I turned around and walked to the hallway when Jayce and Jordan came walking towards me from the playroom. Jordan had the biggest, goofiest grin on his face and his hair looked as though it had be shellacked. I couldn't even get a word out before Jayce said, "Look Mom, I fixed Jordy's hair. He wanted me to." Poor Jordy, the guinea pig. I should have known. Never trust quiet kids.