Hairs

My family has many different types of hair. My step tends to comb it like he just doesn't care. On some mornings it looks as if his hair was just hit by a tornado. But of the hair that he has left gray and old he wears it to perfection. My brother and I have they same boring hair. We wake up and it is the same as when we went to bed. It lays flat and sad and has one bad day a year and on that day we just wears hats. My sisters is thin blond wavy wispy hair. She combs it all the time making it smooth to run your hands threw. When she runs around it flies in the air like it just doesn't care. She puts many ribbons and hair decorations in her hair making it look like a master piece of art. My mothers hair is curly on some days and straight on others. She wears it like a model and matches her clothes to her hair. She has blond hair that sometimes smell like tanning oil or burnt from the curling iron. She wears it differently every day and makes me smile because she not a boring mom.