My oldest son is very into his hairstyle, and during his last year of swim team, “Werewolves of London” was a team joke. When he got up on the block for a race, the whole team would go, “Hoooooow-ooooooo!” and he would strike a pose.
All the older boys that year were into their hair; it was weird. I never thought I’d have a son who had a curler and a straightener!
Funny. My oldest went through a long hair pony tail phase. As long as he wasn’t walking with a queen...