“Daddy, ‘all done sharp hair!’”
That’s a new one. On the rare occasion that we are going somewhere remotely “nice” I will occasionally “comb my hair.”
I may even put some sort of product in my hair to keep it looking nice. But for some reason, my “spiked hair” now spikes Jonah’s anxiety.
So “‘All done’ sharp hair” is ‘Jonah-speak’ for “Daddy, I don’t like it when you comb or style your hair.”
So I cannot wear nice shirts or nice shoes, and I now cannot comb my hair.
I must live the rest of my life in grubby clothes and messy hair or a (very specific) stocking cap. 🤪 (If Jonah sees me getting “dressed up,” it means our routine is about to be broken. The general behavior around my appearance started during the pandemic. I don’t think I got dressed up to go anywhere once during the pandemic.)