Tough Guy

Seven-year-old boys are kinda weird. Let's just get it out there. I said it. It's true.

Actually, boys in general are kinda weird from age five until age...well, whatever. Boys are weird.

Here's G showing me how tough he is with the pseudo-mohawk he had for five minutes while his father buzzed him. He couldn't even keep a straight face.

I love this kid.







And,yes, mother, it's gone now.

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