The minute we got to Portland Max seemed to acclimate quite well to the whole culture thing happening there.
We went to a boutique where he bought himself this new backpack. And then he got some flannel shirts to complete the whole get-up. I guess it’s kind of funny because I had to drag him into the store. And of course, what did I get? NOTHING. And what did he get? EVERYTHING.
Afterwards he got a fade from a hairdresser named Jovian.
Ah… the true Portland experience.
But he’s so proud of his little backpack. So naturally, I asked him to comment on it:
Mel: I’m writing a post. What do you want to say about your backpack?
Max: *looks at me like I’m crazy* I don’t know.
Mel: The title is “A Fjallraven Backback in Portland”.
Max: I’m just a little embarrassed because I’m not used to showing off my backpack.