Woman Magic

Since his pre-teens Lane has steadfastly refused any advice or help from me in the area of hair or clothing. Not that he's particularly fashionable (a drawer full of nothing but khaki cargo pants does not a fashion guru make) but he knows what HE wants.

Fine. Have at it. It's your hair. It's your clothes.

However, last night he slept on wet hair and woke up with a cute little flip that would have done any 1950s girl proud and no amount of wetting on his part (and, by that, I mean wetting his hair) would control it. He came to me and said, "Mom, can you work some of your woman magic on my hair?" Hmmmm. I do have my uses.