Against MY sage motherly advice, Bob cut Dylan's hair into a mohawk again.
Even though the LAST time he got this haircut, he went berserker.
I hate a mohawk. I asked Bob to remove it right away. He did not.
Now Dylan loves it and refuses to let us anywhere near him with the clippers.
At least it is winter and I can keep his head covered with a hat while we venture out into public.
Did I mention that I really hate the mohawk?
Here are the pics of the current mohawk, all gelled up and stylin'
And because THAT is so terrifying...here is a pic of Ben to relax you.