I want to blame my kids sense of humor... his quirky, ridiculous, need-to-make-people-laugh sense of humor on my husband.
But that TOTALLY comes from me.
DCar has had his cousins down here this week.
They are all attending a soccer camp.
(YES, for those of you who have been with me for that long... the BRITISH SOCCER CAMP... the same one I stalked last year because it was necessary for me to soak up their wonderful accents. This year I didn't stalk though... I was twittering, working a real job, and blogging... my life is HARD! :)
And so on Tuesday they come home and announce that it is CRAZY HAIR day the next day. So my older sister gives them the brilliant idea of shaving their heads however they would like.
Z (on the right) wanted a lighting bolt... E. (in the middle) just a mohawk. But my guy... just wait...
wait for it...
DCar's brilliant idea: "Dad, I want to look like an OLD MAN with a Mohawk... ooohhh yea" he says as he swings his hips around and circles his arm over his head like a cowboy!