(Note to anyone who does not have boys - it is an immediate sign of danger to have any of your children giggling behind closed doors, but add in running water, and well, that's when you really know something's up.)
Chris opens the door and sees both boys standing over the sink, cupping water and running it over their heads. There is water everywhere and the boy are soaked.
"What are you doing?" Chris asks, in exasperation.
Brennan shrugs, looks at Griffin who grins. "We wanted to look like rock stars, you know, with the whole cool slicked back hair."
Chris said he had to leave the room before he bust a gut laughing at the sight of them, with their hair dripping wet and standing up all over the place. My dear sweet boys. Instead of rock stars, they sort of resembled two drowned puppies. But we shall keep them, wet, slicked hair and all. Rock on.
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