First, do not be alarmed. My wife and I do Not send our daughter to school with her hair looking like this. At least, not always.

But today is a little different. You see, it was Whacky Hair Day at her school. And that was right up my alley. Let me explain.

My wife leaves for work very early in the morning so I take our daughter to school. I can get her clothes together, cook her any kind of breakfast, and handle any kind of “drama” a four year old can create. But one thing I can NOT do is her hair. I try. I really do. Ponty tails? Nope. Braids? Don’t even think about it. And those ribbons and bows? I’d be better off assembling a car for the Indy 500. But since today was “Whacky Hair Day”, all had to do was, well, what I normally do no matter how hard I try. Manage to make it look bad.

When we got to school her hair was a hit. “Oh Kennedy. We love your hair,” her teachers said while she beamed. I told them “Look, you’ve seen what her hair looks like when I try to fix it. But whacky hair? That I can do!” They were laughing but, unfortunately I am serious.

So, beginning this weekend, my wife Valarie is taking me to “Hair Bootcamp.” She says she’s teaching me just a couple of basic styles that, after a little practice (yeah right) I should be able to master. But at least today, I got it right. Whacky Hair. That, I can do!!! The proof is in the picture. :-)