Now some people would think, Owen, was suffering from a major case of bed head this morning…
…or you might even think he was sporting a mohawk.
He, however, informed me otherwise.
“I am a rock star, Mom!”
Now I am not one to interrupt a good time…so a rock star he stayed (AKA – hair not combed)…all day long!
Work the crowd, Buddy! Work the crowd!
Only At My House,