Hubby and I have been famous at one time or another for several things, but hair, unfortunately, is not one of them. We both have very baby-fine, flat dead hair, which isn't so bad for Honey, because men, for the most part don't care one way or another.
As for me? I should own stock in Redken or White Rain. Shoot, it's just easier to keep my hair short, although I did promise myself that this year, I wouldn't cut it til July just to see if I could have long hair, if I really really tried. Hmm. Stay tuned.
On the other hand, our youngest offspring, has hair 'to die for.' It's nice, thick and just a bit coarse. He loves to wear it long so when he plays sports it 'blows in the wind'. He has such great hair that while it blows back with every movement as soon as he stops it comes to a complete halt and goes back into place perfectly.
At 14 he's pretty picky, so he's careful to instruct Taj, our family stylist, as soon as he sits down in the chair to 'just trim it a little.' So, imagine my shock when I am having a conversation with the boy, my back turned cooking dinner and I turn to make eye contact with him THIS is what I see!!
Look Mom! No hair!
He and a friend decided to get their heads shaved in honor of someone they know that has cancer.
This is my heart bursting with pride!