Thursday, May 16, 2013

Mullet King

Sam got his 4th hair cut last night.  His mop of crazy hair was just getting to be too long.  It was always in his eyes, in his ears, in everything.  But I still refuse to cut those curls away in the back.  I love those curls.  Those curls that I just can't stop touching and playing with.

Mama, mop hair is cool.  Chill.

Perhaps I should have payed attention to the concerned look Morgan was giving as he held Sam on his lap and I tried to sculpt some kind of hair cut that left those curls alone.  Perhaps.  Because I gave him a mullet.

Why is Daddy laughing?

Where's a mirror?  Why is he still laughing?

YOU Mama, YOU did this to me!

Yes, yes I did.  It'll grow out.  Dork.  (sorry)


  1. Bwahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahaha! *cough* It's not that bad.

    1. His extreme cute is the only thing that saves him from open ridicule. At some point I will have to give in and chop the curls. I'm sure you'll be able to hear the wail of utter sadness the whole way in Cleveland.