Saturday is a Special Day...

Malachi's Primary program is tomorrow, which was just the motivation I needed to finally shave his overgrown hair.  I plug in the buzzer and seat him - I realize later - directly across from our framed photograph of the First Presidency of the Church.
As I'm  cutting:
Malachi: I want to look like President Eyring.
Me: No, he's bald! He doesn't have any hair at all!
Malachi: I want to be bald.
I related this to David later, with M present.
David: I'm o.k. with him wanting to look like President Eyring.
Me to David: But tomorrow's the Primary program.
David: Oh, that's true.
Me to Malachi: Tell you what, you do the Primary program tomorrow and if you still want to on Monday, I'll shave your head then.  Is that a good compromise?
Malachi (laughing): Nope it's not!
Me: I think that's what he wants - to look like President Eyring for the Primary program.
David to Malachi: Mommy doesn't want you to look like a goof for the Primary program.
Malachi: Then everyone would be like, What!? (Teenager head-cocking, eyebrows and all!)

We about died laughing!  It was a great moment.  He still won't be bald tomorrow though :)