I'm not a morning person, but the other week I woke up with a sense of humor. Jason groggily raised his head, eyebrows all matted, eyes squinting, one side of his hair sticking straight up and the other side plastered to his head. "Nice hair!" I smirked.
"Does it look like some kid's traddlehook?" he yawned, half smiling.
"What's a traddlehook?"
"Huh? I said 'Does it look like some kids try to look?'"
So now, around our house, the word for bed head is traddlehook. That's quite the traddlehook you've got going on there, Owen. Helen, your car seat gave you a traddlehook. Ooh, mommy's got to comb her hair to get rid of her traddlehook.
It's a good thing I've got a shelf-full of traddlehook solutions.