All from his own little imagination, with no input from anyone else. He never ceases to amaze me.
Aaaaaaaand... then there was the day he asked for a mohawk. That night was bath night, so afterward, I tried to oblige. His hair is super thick and coarse, so once it was wet, all it took was some finger-sculpting...
Matthew was pretty proud of himself that evening.
The next day was Sunday, and much of the fauxhawk had flattened out over night, though there was a remnant. I asked if he wanted me to redo it for church, but he said no. I guess one night as a (pretend) punk was enough for him... this time.