Unruly Hair

Friday we decided that we were going to go to San Diego Zoo. We talked it up to Wyatt and got him good and excited.


ME: "We're going to the zoo to see lions and tigers and snakes."

Wyatt: "And famingos?"

ME: "Yes, flamingos."

Wyatt: "And cacadiwels?"

ME: "Yes, crocodiles."



I really had him hooked at this point so I decided to roll with it.



ME: "Should we brush your hair?"

Wyatt: -shakes his head wildly no

ME: "Oh you really should because the flamingos really like it when little boys brush their hair. They will look at you and say 'look how handsome he is with his hair brushed'."

Wyatt: Yeah baashh my haya.



And for the first time that I can remember Wyatt let me brush his hair for more than two seconds without screaming- and it looked good. We loaded him up in the car, buckled him in, and went over the details of where we were going again.



ME: "Are you ready to go to the zoo to see all the animals?"

Wyatt: "Yeah they yike my haya."



I am sure he was the talk of the flamingo pond.