So a couple of weeks ago I made the mistake of asking Will to fix Everett's hair. What I meant was, "Will, could you comb Everett's hair?" What Will heard was, "Go crazy! Do whatever you want to our precious child's coif!" Before I knew it, Will had introduced Everett to the world of male styling products and gave him a gel-lified mohawk. Because that's what every 11 month old needs, right?
A serious mohawk for one serious eater.
I'm glad it didn't matter that Everett barely has enough hair to do anything with.
"Whatcha lookin' at, huh?"
4 comments:
NO! Everett isn't 11 months old! What in the world...where has the time gone? I can't believe he'll be over a year old when we see him next! He's such a cool dude that he kinda intimidates me!;)
mad props to you that you can spell coif, (not that i doubted your powers). once, i read a newspaper column by a hairstylist and she used the word quaff for coif. quaff means "drink". once again, you are brilliant.
precious! i like the hawk!
So so cute! Little does he know how cool his mohawk really looks.
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