As you can see in the picture it requires intent concentration. Not just anyone is allowed to comb his hair. Most of the time, he won't let me help him. But on those rare occasions when he will, he walks me through step by step: Mom, you need to use the comb one more time. I say, How that? He replies, Maybe just ONE more time. This can go on for awhile, but he knows that precise moment of perfection. STOP! he yells.
The end result is very fitting for his personality.
4 comments:
I love the independence, goes perfect with the hair style.
What a heartbreaker!
oh gheez...he could comb his hair with poop and he would still be every girl's eye candy...what a handsome little boy...don't you just LOVE that independent stage.....NOT! lol.
What a handsome little guy! And he's got style too :) The trampoline looks like a blast. I'll have to bring Dani over so your boys can teach her how to jump. She's a total white girl who can't jump.
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