My Boy

My boy, Owen, got a haircut today. We started out thinking we were just going to buzz it all off, but somehow we ended up with a mohawk. Seriously. My shy, soft-spoken, calm boy. And I couldn't say no-not to the boy who never asks for anything. Not to the boy who has never picked out his own clothes. Not to the boy who turns red in the face if you even look at him too long. He finally wanted to give his opinion on his appearance. So I let him. And he loves it.