Hair

One of the keys to peaceful parenting is figuring out which rules and decisions you're willing to fight to the pain and which ones you're willing to just let go.

There are times that I'm in the middle of a knock-down-drag-out with Pippi when I hear the little voice inside my head saying, "Really? You're going to have an epic battle with this three-year-old about not wearing polka dot leggings with a different pattern polka dot shirt?"

Sometimes the answer to that question is "Yes, damnit. I am the MOM and I make the RULES and she needs to understand that the fashion police WILL stop her." At which point I become the crazed mom that other moms watch from a distance to make themselves feel better about their parenting.

Other times, I come to my senses and realize this is probably part of that overly dramatic flair that makes Pippi so hilarious. (Note: If you see my children wearing plaid with stripes or some other craziness, please know that they dressed themselves and that I'm trying to be a better parent about it all.)

But early on, I think my husband and I agreed that hair styles would not be our hill to die on when it came to battles with our kids. I really like Pippi's hair in a short bob, but she wants long hair "like a princess" -- so it's slowly inching its way down her little back.

With Junius, he hasn't been so opinionated. But now and then, he gets an idea that just won't let go.

So yesterday, after their regular father-son outing to Sport Clips, Junius came home with this:

Because who says you can't be a sweet, sensitive kindergartner and still have a bad-ass mohawk with some styling product in it? Now I'm just waiting for him to ask for the hair dye.
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