If you've seen my oldest son, Kyler lately, you know that as he progresses through puberty and becomes a young man, his hair just gets bigger and bigger.
The boy has THICK, curly, amazing hair. And it's become quite the topic of conversation in our circle.
Sometimes I wonder where he gets all that hair. I have thick hair, but it's stick straight. And it lies nicely next to my head.
Kyler's hair is huge. If he would let me style it, I'd bet I could get it to be even bigger. But of course I'm not allowed to touch it.
And then there's Ethan. My baby. Ouch. This boy's got some hair too, let me tell you. Wiry, thick, brillo pad hair.
If it gets longer than about an inch, it sticks out in all directions, and no product I've ever found will make it lie flat.
My boys have weird hair. That's all there is to it.
Sometimes I wonder where it came from.
But then, I'll stumble across this picture.
(Scroll down and brace yourself...)