He insisted on picking out his own clothes.
He insisted on dressing himself.
He insisted on making his own breakfast. (with a little help)
He insisted on picking out his snacks for preschool.
He insisted on packing his lunchbox.
He insisted on brushing his own hair.
He had lots of "wild hair" this morning.
I suggested he spray a little detangler to help control some of the wayward strands.
He wanted to be left alone while he coiffed it into place.
When I returned this is what he looked like.
I could not help the laughter that ensued.
It was uncontrollable.
Here, look at the side view.
I am not sure if he will set any trends at school today.
No, I did not let him go out like that.
I re-combed it.
I wish I could be THAT Mom who would let her child go to school with his own "style".
I haven't been able to do that yet.
I reminded him on the way out the door not to forget his lunchbox.
Guess what greeted me when I returned from preschool?
He still needs me!
To comb his hair and get his lunchbox anyway.