Hair we go...

I think a genetic milestone has been tripped. Just in time for his 13th birthday, the oldest Musketeer has wanted to "spike" his hair for weeks now. ("Spike" for him just means make it stand up on top -- he knows Dad isn't about to let him look like a complete punk...)

The Middle Musketeer jumped on the bandwagon as we started figuring out if a flattop would work for son number one. Oddly enough, the flattop looks better on the 10 year old. Must be that red hair he got from Mom.

You can imagine their barber's excitement with all this experimentation. (That would be me... I cut all three boys' hair...)

But ya gotta pick and choose your battles. Within reason, conceding a battle here and there can help you win the larger campaign... and raising boys in today's world is a marathon, not a sprint. At least they're not singing "this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius." Should THAT ever happen, the heavy guns will come out quick!