Boys will be Boys

Boys will be Boys! That's what they say, anyway.

So, we're sitting around yackity-yacking on Sunday night. Next thing we know, we hear all of the boys (men? 5 0f them) laughing and running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them. Like a bunch of cackling hens(roosters?), squeals of laughter and giggling behind the doors, they emerge from their secret adventure with their hair plastered with styling gel, looking like they just had the worst "bad hair" day since Samson in the Bible got his hair cut off. Everyone was laughing as each of them presented their new "Doo".

(It must have been the sleep deprivation, as most of us didn't get to bed earlier than midnight for several days in a row! )

(And, having no girls in the family, I naively thought it was the "girls" who were supposed to do this sort of thing! So much for stereotypes!)
I think they must have used about a whole bottles worth of gel!

THANKS, GUYS, for the entertainment!

We love you!