Is it really my responsibility as a mom?

I love my son Jakob's hair. To say I love it is really an understatement. It is curly and wild, and matches his personality to a tee. I know when Kadence gets older, she is going to hate Jakob for that hair. (She has stick straight hair.)

Which brings me to my question. Is it really my responsibility as a mother to make sure it is all in place? What brings this question up is this picture.

As I was sitting across from him, I said to myself...
"Wow! Jakob's hair is insane! should I have brushed it before we left?"

And as I kept taking pictures, I realized that it has a mind of it's own, I swear it kept getting nuttier and nuttier.

Maybe it was the milkshake making it stand on end. Krischan's hair was in place, so was Kadence's. Jakob's just has a mind of it's own.

Should I start carrying a comb around with me? Maybe I should start using that glue hair gel that will keep it in it's place....Nah.

But really, is it my responsibility to make sure he doesn't look like this when we go out?

You might think it is because I am shirking my motherly duties, but I think he looks darn cute that way.

That is my story and I am sticking too it.

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