Wednesday - The Haircut

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my son's latest haircut, and how I have decided from here on out that he doesn't need haircuts anymore and that he can grow his hair all the way down to his diaper for all that I care. He can be a baby rebel, a long-haired hippie toddler marching to the beat of his own toy drum. I will let him stay this way until he gets tired of being called a girl or he gets over his fear of hairdryers and electric clippers.

This last haircut was traumatic for both of us. He has recovered from it, but I can't say the same for myself.

( Sampson must have been like this as a kid )