Here is Nate after I spiked his hair on 9-11. You see how sad he is. Its almost like I am torturing him. So today while we were getting ready to go to park day I asked Nate, "Can I please spike your hair Nate." And he looks at me with his beautiful brown eyes and says, "No, I don't like it spiked, I just like myself the way I am, Flat haired." I've never said he has flat hair...I always call him fluffy head when his hair gets to long, it never wants to lay down, but in his mind his hair is flat and that's the way he likes it. I'll keep trying to spike it, but I don't know if I'll ever get him to like it. In the car on the way to the park I asked him why he didn't like his hair spiked and he told me than it just freaks him out. So to resits the temptation to want to spike it I cut it today, then it is spiked and he doesn't even know it is. I win.
Blanche-Neige. annoté
6 years ago



