Gus suffers from the same hair style that his bro did at his age: he keeps it all business in the front, and party in the back. He’s like Joe Dirt.
Out in public or hanging with friends, we’ll occasionally get comments on that mullet. Things like “cool hockey hair”, “hey kid, nice beaver paddle”, and “awesome ape drape, little buddy.” That tyte mullet is obviously the first thing total strangers notice about him.
Despite all this, I love that little wisp of hair so much. It’s soft and curly, and it’s the last little bit of hair he was born with. You know that those curls will never come back the second I cut them off.
Please don’t make me cut the mullet. I love it so! It’s totally obvious that this problem is mine and mine alone. It’s just a sign of me not wanting my baby (and most likely my last baby) to be a kid just yet. That’s normal, right?
He may keep this mullet until he’s 40 if I get my way.