His teacher laughed it off, dismissively saying something like "Well, he never has his hair done so I thought I'd show him what it was like to have it combed!"
All in good fun, but honestly it kind of ticked me off. Daniel has a crazy head of crazy beautiful hair. And we love to let it be... crazy. He has his whole life to comb his hair... only a few more years of a wild youthful insane mane.
As soon as we got home, we "fixed it" by messing it up, and chanting mantra style, "Only Mommy, Daddy, Daniel can fix my hair! No thank you teacher! I like crazy hair!"
That night in the shower, we styled a GIANT mohawk of soapy goodness to make sure the balance in the universe had been restored.
(And speaking of showers... Daniel has been loving showers and bubble baths recently. He pretends to swim, doesn't mind having his hair washed, spells with his bath letters, repeatedly drowns Mr. Potato Head, and loves to be wrapped in a big towel at the end like a "Daniel baby". He also discovered the "raisins" on his fingertips recently and wanted to know if he could eat them.)
Tonight he asked me to take pictures of him wrapped in the towel... I LOVE that he has started to recognize "photo" moments and request the camera!