A few months ago, Ezra asked if he could dye his hair a fun color. I said sure! Why not! I am 100% on Team Your Appearance Is Your Call So Go On And Express Your Quirky Little Heart Out. (Yeah, I know, our team really needs to work on that name.) Just tell me what color you want and I'll pick up some Manic Panic or whatever. 

Red, he said. I warned him red would fade to pink. I don't care, he said, but then he got teased by another boy for wearing a pink t-shirt on Pink T-Shirt Day, like way to miss the entire point, you gender stereotyping jackass. So after that he wasn't so sure. 

He has a guitar recital coming up, and another Picture Day was today, so he decided it was time. He chose a bright turquoise, which I purchased without reading any of the fine print and missed that it promised zero results on hair as dark as Ezra's without bleaching it first. Which, no, not doing that, so I didn't have very high expectations that the color show up at all. 

I tested a little faux-hawk section first, but Ezra was adamant that he wanted ALL his hair blue. Like, do not half-ass my bad-assery here, Mother. We are going Full Rockstar. 

To say he's thrilled with it would be a slight understatement. He is ALL-CAPS LEVEL THRILLED.

At first Ike was a touch distressed at the idea of Ezra changing his hair. And then I offered to paint in a couple small blue streaks in his hair -- just for fun, just so he could see that it's temporary and not much different than playing dress-up or wearing a costume. Plus he actually has the right color hair! He contemplated his reflection in a mirror for awhile and then gave me a thumbs up. 

Before taking the plunge.

And the shimmering after.

Are they excited? 

Yeah. They're pretty excited. 

(I asked Noah if he wanted to join the hair-color party and he just yelled NOPE and then straight-up laughed at me. "Mom, you know I like to keep my things original.")