His roots were so much lighter and had a pink shade to them. When we bleached his hair, they were much lighter than the rest of his hair. I don't have a picture of the back, but he had also missed several spots.
Here's another picture that gives a better view of his eyebrows, but the flash really washed out his face...
Needless to say, he didn't want to go to school the next day. Well, since he wanted to do it himself and didn't have the patience to wait for me, guess what...the next day, off to school he went. When he came home, he told me he was PODO'd (I have since found out that it means Property Of the Dean's Office). He didn't get into trouble, but was told that he had to change his hair color to a "natural" color, which we will be doing this weekend.
Kyle had his first pack meeting, where he earned his first badge...his tiger badge. If anyone is familiar with boyscouts, you know that when you get your first badge, two people hold the child upside down and the parent pins the badge on the child. Well, Kyle didn't know he was going to be upside down and he also didn't know that they were going to put paint on his face as a mark of induction. When they first turned him upside down, I could see in his face that he was getting uncomfortable. Then when they put the paint on his cheeks, I knew he was going to have a problem with it. We went to sit down at the table and Kyle kept wiping at his cheeks. I took him to the bathroom so he could wash it off. Even though it was finger paint, he scratched at his cheeks trying to get it off. Here's a picture of him before he had the induction. I will post pictures of him after the induction when I get the camara developed (oh, yeah, we like to use those disposable camaras...).
Welp, I've got to get ready for work...another day another dollar. I've gotta pay for some "natural" hair dye now, so...off I go.
Until next time...
Awwww, Kyle looks so cute!! Congrats to him!!!!
ReplyDeleteTim... no comment, I plead the 5th ... BOY WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?!?!?!
Oh you poor dear.
ReplyDeleteWhen my son was fifteen, his little brother and I ran out shopping leaving Dylan home alone.
When we came in the door, the house reeked of bleach. Following our noses, little guy and I ended up in the laundry room where we found Dylan holding a 2 gal jug of bleach over the sink.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh..I'm getting ready to bleach my hair".
His little brother pushed him away from the sink and I grabbed the bleach and ran.
Kids.