School's Out For Summer!

Oh, summer break how I love thee. Let me count the ways...

But first, I must touch on a couple end-of-the-school-year traditions in our family.

Like Judah getting to go to school with daddy on the last day.

Here's what he thought of that idea:



Of course he wasn't official without his "pack-ack" and his "yunch".

The lunch that probably would have been more apropo around Easter, but gets him to eat all kinds of things he might not normally bother with .



It's amazing how a novel little thing like a plastic camping 'egg carton' and leftover fillable Easter eggs can help even a picky child to eat good-for-them-foods. Nuts, dried fruit, sliced veggies, cheese, meats...when packed in this way I can be assured that he's going to at least give it a try because opening up each egg is such a treat.





What you can't see in these photos, however, is his daddy.

There is a reason for that.

You see...last year, he lost a friendly 'bet' with a co-worker over who would win the NBA basketball championships.

The loser had to cut his hair into a mohawk for the last day of school.

Not that I'm calling him a loser, you understand. I wouldn't mess with this guy.



This year, the same guy dared him to cut his hair into a "Polish" mohawk (his words and description, not ours) after winning the staff pick for employee of the year over Jeff.

Here Jeff is before making good on the dare, with all that thick dark hair



And here is some stranger that took over his body. You can see that Judah did not see the humor in things at all.

Where is my daddy and what have you done with him?!!

I tell you, every time I looked at him like this, it was a bit of a shock.

And then I would laugh about the whole goofy thing all over again.

Especially with the faces Jeff would make, like those of some downtrodden poor sap.



I must say, he was a very good sport.

He even got up to speak at a last-day-of-school teacher's meeting this way, and had the entire staff laughing at him his zany sense of humor.

While at work, he sent Pix messages to his mom and sister.

They freaked out.

Told him he looked like Bozo the Clown.

Couldn't believe he'd willingly done such a hideous thing.

And I, as vain as it may be, became convinced that (as far as his hair is concerned, anyway) it's all or nothing.

Is that wrong?

It's just that I could barely go this



It was SO not him.

And waking up beside him the next morning was nothing short of startling.

Yes, he insisted on keeping that hideous hair style for one more day. Startled himself a couple of times when he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, too.

By the next morning, however, the kids wanted normal Jeff back. This little charade had gone on long enough.

So, Saturday morning we buzzed it all off.



Ahhh, much better.