I was a rock star, and I didn't even need a wig! I had matching pants, but I decided just to stick with my "underwear"-- hanging out in your underwear is a very "rock star" thing to do. I guess you can just call me Stevie Mark. And Cousin Saige can be my Funky Bunch.
We can only take so much partying.
Here's a side view of my mohawk. It's kind of like an apache helicopter--difficult to see head-on.
1 comment:
I love the hair!
That's one seriously cute baby.
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