“You have to spike Zan’s hair and paint it blue tomorrow morning before you drop him off at school,” Wonder Woman told me last night.
“It’s Crazy Hair Day.”
Hey, I just do as I’m told, people.
I have to wonder, though: If I’m spiking and spray-painting my son’s hair blue at age 6 for a school-sanctioned event, what lengths is he going to have to go to in order to rebel when adolescence rolls around?
My fear is that he ends up going the Alex P. Keaton route: suit, tie and chapter president of the local Young Republicans club.