I took the boys to get their haircuts because it was well beyond the point in which one was needed.  Oscar wants a Mohawk so very bad.  There is a large part of me that thinks, “Well.  If you can’t have a Mohawk at 6, then when can you have one?”  But then I think about what one looks like and I just can’t do that to his hair.  So today I think that we came up with a good compromise.

It is supposed to be a little messier on top and not so hawkish.  I have decided to leave all of that to my nephew Jason.  Not only will he know how to acheive that 20-something look, but Oscar will actually listen to what he has to say about it and follow his instructions.  Jason tends to be Oscar’s entire world when they are together.  Check him out:

Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you had him to look up to at six?  Anyway, they boys finally got haircut and all is well with the world. 

Now I can add “Put product into your hair” on Oscar’s morning checklist.  What a life.