There were, admittedly, a few times when it just wouldn't work, and wigs were required:
When our son decided he was going to be a missionary for our church, one requirement is to have short, neatly trimmed hair. So Rain committed. He'd never had long hair, but Mom liked his curls.
And off they went:
And then Dale decided that he would grow his. LDS missions normally last two years; Dale committed to growing his hair the entire time. He did not consult me on this brilliant idea. I'm enduring the metamorphosis. Now that we're eighteen months in, I thought I'd share the progress of the project.
Here's how Dale's hair looked when Rain left for Africa:
|Two months later at Rikki's wedding|
|Fifteen months of growth and he's become the headband master|
At the gym he resorts to "pig tails" to keep the hair out of his face.
Note: pig tails are not allowed in my presence. I have my limits.
|"one of these things is not like the other"|
|Eighteen months later. Six to go.|