I know, I know...the long locks need to go. But he's just so scrumptiously adorable with his little rats tail and goldie lock curls that I can't bring myself to do it. This even after our waiter at dinner the other night called Alex a "she" about sixteen times (we are too polite to correct him...read between the lines, it means we were too embarrassed to speak up). I'm digging his grease lightning look in the tub, though. All he needs is a little leather jacket and a roll of smokes and he could join Travolta on stage. Gah...I love him so much! (Alex, not Travolta. I mean really, who could respect a man who agreed to star in not one, but three installations of "Look Who's Talking" and later followed that crapfest with Battlefield Earth!?)
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Don't fall under the pressure - keep the cutie patootie locks! Of course by looking at big sis' tangle or little man's mane you can see that we don't hit the hairdresser often . . . The rat tail RULES!
Oh my goodness does he ever look exactly like you Christy! And I love the family portrait Lucas drew... :) Colleen
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