piney hair

{We went to the barbershop in Bend this afternoon.  This conversation happened at the dinner table after Fritz caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window.}

Fritz: That guy didn't do a very good job.
Me:  On you hair?  Why?
Fritz: He left these pines sticking up. (Still looking at reflection and feeling his gelled hair.)
Me:  I think he did a good job, honey.  He made those spikes on purpose.
Fritz:  Why?
Me:  To make you look like a cool guy.
Fritz:  Oh yah.  I'm a cool guy.  Wally didn't get the piney hair.  He isn't a cool guy.
Wally:  No!  That's not right.
Me:  What do you mean "piney hair"?
Fritz:  You know, these pines sticking up.
Me:  Oh.  Spines.  I see.

{This was followed by a lot of discussion about who else has "piney" hair.}
Fritz:  Mommy.  Golfers have piney hair.