Like Father, Like Son

Many years ago, a tall skinny boy was heading out to a concert. He was going to see one of his favorite groups, Kid 'N Play, knowing every one of their songs even though his parents didn't really like them. At least they were mostly clean. (S and I share many things; our taste in music isn't one of them.)

In order to feel like a part of the crowd, S decided that he must do his best to make his hair look like this:

He tried all sorts of things: hair gel, hair spray, even mousse. But nothing was working. The texture of his hair just wasn't made for this particular style, never mind that it was only two inches long. So he tried one more product - Vaseline. This didn't really work very well, either, and just made his hair greasy; very greasy. In fact, it made it greasy for several days, through countless washings with various shampoos.

Fast forward twenty something years later and this is what I came home to after picking the girls up at school:

No, that's not water on his face or bananas in his hair. That is Vaseline. Apparently there was some in his room that I had yet to take out and he, being the curious boy he is, found it, took the top off, and rubbed it all over his body, including his outfit, hence the hair standing up on his head. He's had one bath already but he's still greasy and now my hands feel greasy as well. At least his skin is baby soft and will be for the next few weeks.

If this is Monday, what's that mean for the rest of my week?