Thursday, February 12, 2009

Yesterday Was . . .

. . . a mohawk day for Ollie.

And since I missed most of the '80s due to my innocent upbringing, I gave the job to my husband who took the whole situation seriously.

Yelling from the bathroom laboratory:

"Baby Doll? Where is the blow dryer?"

"Babe? You have a round brush?"

"Is there hair spray around here?"

Then--at last--Ollie emerged looking like the punk I saw in Trafalgar Square on my first trip to London.

Couldn't tell who was more proud at that moment, Chup, Ollie or me.