Today was crazy hair day at Aiden's school. Of course, he had to have a fauxhawk. The child LOVES his fauxhawk! You'd think he'd want to do something else, since fauxhawks are pretty run-of-the-mill in this household. We tried to talk him into liberty spikes or just standing it all up on end, but no, he insisted it had to be a "mohawk."
Funny thing, Aiden and Brad woke up before me this morning, and when I got out of bed, I looked in on Aiden, whose hair was standing up everywhere. "Did you do your hair already?" I asked. "NO, mama, that's just from me twirling my hair! This isn't fixed!" he replied, indignant. "Looks pretty crazy to me, you should just leave it like that," I replied, but he refused, and insisted that daddy give him a mohawk. Here's the final product: