Seriously, Watch my style

The things the boys say just get funnier and funnier every day. I look at these little men I have in my home and realize that they are growing up so very fast. This week, it was Evan making me laugh.

Sunday when Evan got out of the bathtub, after some serious wrinkle time in the tub, Chris helped him out and gave his hair a little rustle to get it dry. Immediately, Evan falls to the floor and begins sobbing. I go over to him to see what is wrong, and Ev weeps, "He messed up my style!"

Hair style? Since when do we have hairstyles here? The closest thing we have to hair styles is a buzz cut every six weeks. I don't even have a style. Once every six months I go get my hair cut and styled, so when did we start worrying about style?

But Evan had pushed his hair so that it was standing straight up in little spikes, so we helped his hair back into place to pacify his tantrum. Chris assured him that he would help him style his hair during the week as well.

Here is Ev after we fixed the temporary hair crisis.

This morning, Chris was home and getting the boys ready for school. He said that as they were getting ready to leave, Evan looked at Chris and asked about his "style." So, they journeyed to the bathroom where Chris used a little water to help shape the hair, and a little hairspray to keep things in place.

I am not sure if his "Style" will be maintained, but for now, Evan is one stylin' four year old.