When hairbrushes attack! (or: Is it just time for a haircut?)

My hair is very, very straight.  I am not one of the family members bestowed 'body' in the hair department.  I do know, however, that it's a bad idea to brush one's curly hair when it's dry.  There's a poof-phenomenon that occurs... my sister Sarah has taught me that.

Sam has been lucky enough to inherit curls from one side of the family or the other.  I'm not sure if they will last into adulthood (and they do seem to be humidity/sweaty nap induced), but for now they are quite adorable.

So, the point:  When Sammy found a hairbrush the other day (in the house, I mean... not on the street!) I couldn't resist messing with his hair. 

It is certain that he will loathe me in the future for these pictures.  He was pretty much loathing me during the actual event.  He's cool enough to know when I'm mocking him.  And laughing at him.  Really, really hard.

And so, may I present a collection of hairstyles sure to be all the rage later this year:

The Lion

The Unicorn

The Twist

And my personal favourite:

The Comb-over

(You can feel his personal shame in that last shot, right?  He could tell how weiner-ific he looked.)

Okay, okay... that's enough.  Must go and do important things like nourish my children.  And give Sammy an Alberto VO5 conditioning treatment.