For weeks Jarin has been growing out his hair and mentally preparing us for his upcoming mullet -- cringe - shake - shudder. Since Cameron sported one back in the days, I couldn't refuse Jarin his dream hair.
On Saturday he came home looking Duran Duranish. Not bad I thought, he made it look good.
On Sunday he got compliments at church (people at church are so nice).
On Monday I got the following text at 9:31 am.
J: I've decided to cut my mullet tonight mom.
Mom: Why?
J: Cause the chicas don't like it.
Thank you chicas! There is time and place for mullets. It has past.
Jarin: I'm hairless dad!
Dad: Yep!
Let's keep it in the 80's!
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