Yup. That's right. This is what happens when a child gets a wild hair...or a bunch of them...and as a mother, you have a choice. Is this the hill you want to die (dye) on? The answer, in this case, was no. Clearly.
Thus, we embrace our very own Draco Malfoy, and enjoy watching him lip sync to "Rebel Yell." He asked me what would happen when it started to grow out.
I told him he'd have roots.
He then pulled out a gun to shoot the messenger, and we spent the remainder of our Sabbath afternoon offering proof of what happens when unbleached follicles appear above the surface of the scalp—as well as discussing the wisdom, or lack thereof, of root maintenance for an unemployed 14 year old.
And as far as I know, there isn't a government subsidized program for teenage short sightedness....okay, wait. That's completely false, on account of most of what the government funds these days is based on exactly that. Just not as it applies to bleach jobs.
But give it time......