No, not for me. For Bub.
Yep. That's a mohawk.
And I know, I'm still in shock myself.
So here's the deal--> just like our maps, Bub wanted to try something new (I guess we're in that sorta stage now :) So at his request, I buzzed away and laughed hysterically as his lovely golden locks fell to the ground (I know, they weren't really locks, but this is my story and I'm gonna exaggerate on this one little detail). We reminded each other that his hair shall grow back. It shall grow back. It shall grow back. Unless, of course... mohawks become the new in-thing... the new I-gotta-have-it-ma look... the new Bub. Ouch.
Lollipops' reaction: As one would assume, she wasn't sure what to think. She just touched his head. And then she grabbed what little hair was left. And then, she too, smiled broadly and joined in the laughter.
Noh-man's reaction: the morning's third round of hysterical laughter (that seemed to be the thematic response yesterday... until, of course, the youngest of the three musketeers awoke).
Big Man's immediate and very honest reaction: "Oh my gosh. I hate your hair."
Just keeping it real... evidently :)