moments before the photo was snapped, he agreed to let me have my way with his hair, in exchange for eating whatever he wanted (as long as there was healthy food) for the ENTIRE following day.
he wanted to keep his reliable old hair-do, but his stomach convinced him to take a gamble.
um. oops. *technically* not a mohawk though, because the sides fade into the longer top, instead of ending dramatically with a fringe. details like that are important to my boy!
he looked himself over in the mirror, and spent a looooonnnnnggg time rubbing the short sides of his head before declaring “i like it! it’s like i have daddy’s moustache on my very own head!”
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