Hawks, Jr.

Hawks, Jr. has been the star of the family for the past week. First he had a name change. After much talking and pleading and promising he convinced his mother to allow him to get a mohawk. For years I, along with most other men, have been saying "I really don't care" about hair. I honestly can say that I could care less about hair. I never thought about hair. I don't like to comb hair. I don't look at hair.

All of the sudden I care about hair. Lil-Hawks has been begging me to learn how to do pony tails and pig tails and how to use hair pretties and now I'm faced with the prospect of Mom saying "Yes" to a mohawk for our 4 year old.

Is she crazy?

But more importantly how is it that our 4 year old was able to convince his mother it would be cool? Now I'm faced with an unpopular veto or risk having my son wear a mohawk to church on Sundays.

Then it dawned on me, she set me up. Miss T.Hawks set me up to be the bad guy. She couldn't say no to the little beggar and she knew I would. Well I fixed her. I got Hawks, Jr. a Fauxhawk. Its kind of like a mohawk... but you can hide on Sunday morning.

Now Hawks, Jr (who will officially be called Mohawk from now on) sports himself a shiney new mohawk Mon-Sat and a nice conservative look on Sunday.

Ha to you Miss T.Hawks! Ha, I say!