i typed that & got a call from Z's school, that was 2 days ago & i haven't had the heart to come back to pick this back up. for a few minutes, let's pretend that call didn't happen & all is good...
Z was getting ready for school & i went down the list - had your breakfast? did you brush your hair? teeth? etc, then ask do you want me to fix your hair? [lately he's liked wearing spiky hair, not everyday though.]
Z - no, today i have to be handsome
me - um, what?
Z - momma, [exasperated] i have to be handsome today because i meeting with the club at school.
me - what club is this?
Z - it's a group of girls & i'm the only boy
me - ok [well, they're only 7, but it's all girls & one boy, more importantly my boy, i don't know if i should be worried or if i should be WORRIED]
Z - today i'm going to be the king so i have to be handsome & i can't wear spiky hair
me - very well then [get back to me before they want you to be the doctor...there's a discussion we need to have beforehand.]