Mom was Right??

When I was in high school, I usually didn't make the best choices when it came to friends. My mom pretty much had to deal with the fact that she really didn't have control over who I hung out with. I was friends with the good kids, but I was also friends with the bad ones too.

You never really knew who I would hang out with because I was pretty much plugged into EVERY group. I had no click.


There was one "group" my mom really disliked...the long haired boys. Now, at the time, I didn't get why having long hair meant you were up to no good, but now, I understand.

Fisher has a buddy. We'll call him Will. Will has long hair. It's not long like Axl Rose, it's more like Willy Wonka long (not the new Johnny Depp one, the original Willy).

Will came over last week to play while his mom went to the doctor, and you won't believe what he taught my innocent little angel.


I was going to take pictures of the friends playing, and when I returned from getting my camera, this is what I found.


It's bad enough he was drinking, but he peer pressured Fisher into it too with this fun little "cheers" game.






It wasn't long until they were both drinking from Barrett's shooting game bottles. (Yea, my kid has a gun game- get over it.)


In a matter of moments they were both obviously intoxicated. I mean look at Fisher here, and Will is trying to sneak out by climbing out the window!



If all that wasn't bad enough, look what that long-haired Will talked Fisher into after all those drinks...



Mom was right.

Long hair = Bad.