Sunday, November 9, 2008
The mohawk is gone. My middle son now has a nohawk.
Noticing that he has lost interest in styling it, I asked at dinner if it was time to buzz it off.
"Yeah, I think so," he said.
My husband pounced on this moment with decisive action. Within minutes the two of them were outside in the cold and dark and the mohawk was no more.
I must admit I will not miss it.
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