Friday, June 29, 2007
As I was taking my own picture, he wanted to pose for one, too. Yes, my sister the Professor braided his hair; at his request. He was quite insistent on it, though he wailed and screamed as she did them; he's "tender headed" and she's "heavy handed". But she does a great job. Back before she was a professor and therapist, she was a cosmetologist/hair do-er, with a license and her own beauty salon at the age of 18. Then the immigrant African ladies undercut her; they opened these tiny, unlicensed shops where two and three ladies would all work on the same head at the same time, and charged half of what the Professor was charging.
The Sun is definitely "feeling himself" these days. He loves that he's got long hair, loves that he's got cool braids. Loves that he knows Karate and can pose. He's starting to care about what he wears, and is becoming consistent in his "style". It entertains the hell out of me.