We have problems.....

When Bill grew his beard out for 9 months.....

and I had to BEG and PLEAD and THREATEN for it to come off....

and then when it finally did, it had to go in ugly phases....

I began to think that maybe we have a problem here....

But when 2 months later THIS is
STILL sitting on the bathroom counter....

(a beard....in a freakin bag!)

I KNEW we had some issues!!

When I've been begging Madden for months
to please let me cut HIS ugly mop

and I'm met with:
"This is MY head and I can do whatever I want with it!"

"I don't tell you what to do with YOUR hair."

or

"Don't even talk to me about getting a hair cut
because it's not gonna happen!"

I realize the problem is contagious and is spreading to other members of this family.

I finally hit the end of my rope and am being a very mean mom and not giving my 9 year old son any choice in the matter. He's in tears because I'm MAKING him cut his hair....then Dad has to swoop in and save the day. He whispers something in Madden's ear and Madden happily and willingly says he'll get a hair cut....but ONLY if DAD gets to cut it.

I give Bill the look of death....as in,

"You better freaking just cut his hair normally
and make it look good or else."

20 minutes later:
"MOM, come check out my sweet hair cut!
And bring the camera!"

I gave Bill another evil look....as in,

"You aren't getting any for a really long time!"

Madden is thrilled to death, Bill is as proud as can be,

and I've officially realized that the Fronce boys have

serious issues when it comes to hair....and I don't

have one bit of control over it.

The next day as I drop Madden off at school looking like this,

I sarcastically say to him...."I hope no one makes fun of you!"

He rolls his eyes and says, "Pa-lease mom! No one is going

to make fun of me. It's sweet! They'll be jealous."

Madden earns one point for good self esteem.

I lose one point for for losing, yet again, another battle with Madden.

Bill cleaned our bathroom yesterday.

Beard in a bag disappeared.

I didn't dare comment on how grateful I was....

out of fear he'd pull it right back out of the garbage can

and sit it back on the counter.

But then today I opened up the bottom drawer in our bathroom and found this:

Beard in a bag resting peacefully next to
Hideous mullet creation in a bag.

Side by side.
Like BFF's.

Is there therapy for this kind of thing?!