Taylor: “Dad, I need a can of hairspray.”
Taylor: “Yeah, Dad, when my hair is this long it needs a little hairspray to stay looking nice!”
Dad: “Well alright, let’s see what we can find.”
Standing there looking at a million different kinds of hairspray, all of them were really girly looking.
Taylor: “Don’t they make any manly hairspray?”
We look at each other immediately, knowing what the other is already thinking…
Taylor: “Manly hairspray is an oxymoron isn’t it?”
Dad: “Yep, son, there’s no such thing in this world as manly hairspray.”
We stand there for a minute looking at the vast choices of hairspray. I finally spot one, then reach over and grab a .97 cent pink can of hairspray and put it in the basket.
Taylor: “Dad, did you have to pick out the pink one!?”
Dad: “Taylor, let me explain. It’s the cheapest and it’s the kind your mother buys for me.
(Lesson to be learned by my son: Sometimes when manliness can’t be found in a situation, it can always be found in being cheap. Bonus lesson: If anyone asks about the can pink hairspray in your basket … you can always tell them it’s for your mother/wife.)