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This morning, I helped my 11 year old son style his hair. Ok... so I still help him do that. I don't want him to look like a dork. I'm a child of the 80's, so I can get that hair to stay in one position all freaking day! Where's the STIFF STUFF when you need it. When I was in High School, Stiff Stuff was literally, a liguid wax hair product in a spray bottle. I wonder if they still make that stuff? I wish that, my Mom would have helped me when I was a kid. We could have skipped atleast a couple of those stupid grade school pictures. Well... maybe not. I might have had some awesome big, tall hair though. Yes, today is picture day. He nearly forgot about it. I just happed to ask last night, "so when do you take school pictures?" Ahhhh... tomorrow? Then he kindly handed me the order form. I wonder how much money I've spent, in school pictures X's three kids over the years. Good thing that, I had already ironed him a cute, new shirt that he had never worn. Yes... I still iron my kids shirts every evening, and yes... they still let me. So, I'm going to do it, as long as they let me.

Here's my Beef, you "Perfect Parents!" Don't ever get retakes! Unless, the pictures truly bad. After all, kids need atleast one bad school picture. I can't count how many times, my Step-Son's Mom wouldn't order pictures for the 9 year old, becasuse they were bad. So what, he's a cute, but goofy little kid anyway. Who knows, he's probably our Swan. You know, the one who grows up to be a drop dead georgious man. After all, he is my husband's son. Here's another bit of advice. By all means, hang all of those school pictures up. Make a gallery if you have the room. Naked bath tub pictures aren't enough! Those are in the Baby book anyway. You'll need something to embarrass them with, so that their friends and dates can see them. I know what you're probably thinking, "what a terrible Mother she must be?" Nope, that's just our jobs as parents. To remind them that they were wierd little kids once. Also, to knock them down a peg or two when they get too big for their britches. Ladies, you will one day find yourself looking up at your son's, threatening to beat the crap out of them for whatever reason. Hey, my Mom did. My younger brother is now 6'4 as a grown man. It can happen!

So I said to my son before he headed out the door for the bus. "Let me give you one more shot before you leave." Meaning another application of hair spray, just for security purposes. He said "that was more then a shot Mom." I said I know, and don't let anybody touch it! "I won't, he said." I could also tell that it was picture day because, I saw the girls from three doors down. They were trying to walk to our bus stop but, their necks were broken. I mean, neither one of them would move their head, in hopes that the wind wouldn't mess up their hair. Oh... I remember those days. Now days, I'm just happy that I get a shower every day. Remember when they were babys? Showers wern't a daily option. So..I need to lay back down for a while. Catch ya'll later.

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