Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to get him to tie his hair back? Although his hair doesn’t make me cry in the way that it does to grandmothers, it has lately left me feeling rather, how should I put this? I think the word is smothered. So though this is just Otis dressed up for basketball, I do count this day as a personal victory.
And now, for some completely Otis-composed action shots:
No kidding, I believe that we are one of the only Asian families I know of that has not enrolled their child in music class. Doesn’t this hair scream for me to enroll him in guitar or drum lessons?