when he didn't have much in the way of hair. Back then, of course, the obsession was for the hair to grow in. Which it did.
Once it had finally grown in, the obsession was for cute haircuts.
Isn't that adorable?
But then, slowly, the boy child started deciding on his own hairstyle. Slowly. From this
(With his cousin.)
So the hair stayed long.
Except every once in a while, it would go from this
And people would tell him he looked like that guy from the Twilight movies.
Which he hates. I think he likes it better this way.
Of course, right now, it looks like this.
Ah, that's better. But it's soooooo long! Which is how the subject of his hair came up.
And by the way, I'm still obsessed with his hair. But now, I'm obsessed because I love to play with his hair. Which he sometimes tolerates.
Happy birthday, Mr. Boy. I love you. And no, it's not possible that you're 19.