Laughter Is The Best Defense

My son (who is 3) just got a haircut from his mom (who is... awesome). And he has what the barber called a "double crown." It's supposed to have something to do with where the hair starts moving in a different direction on his scalp. It really just means that he's got hair on the back of his head that naturally forms a pyramid shape. So when we cut it, we have to put gel or mousse in it. So my wife noticed how quiet he was being (a little too quiet) and walked slowly (a little too slowly) into the bathroom looking for Andrew (a little too Andrew)*.

He was sitting on the bathroom counter, applying copious amounts of hair gel to the top of his head (and the back of his neck). My wife asked him what he was doing, and he just raised his eyebrows and looked back at his reflection. So my wife asked again what he was doing. And he looked at her, then looked back at his reflection and said, "Helloooooo Gorgeous!" And she laughed so hard that he didn't even get in trouble.

And he's getting really good at making us laugh when he's supposed to be in trouble. Last week, I told him to put up his toys and he said, "I can't right now. I need to dance." Then he did the toddler robot to a Black-Eyed Peas song that was on. I couldn't help but be impressed. And the other day, I told him to do something and he disobeyed. So I asked him, "You didn't do what I asked you to do. Do you know what happens now?" He said, "Chocolate?" And we laughed about it over a Snickers.

*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze reference!