A Fjallraven Backback in Portland

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: *giggles*

Mel: What?!

Max: I’m just a little embarrassed because I’m not used to showing off my backpack.

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