While he was out and about, he somehow ensnared a softball-sized mess of cockleburs in his hair. He came inside while I was trying to organize the kitchen for dinner with a baby on my back, probably around 8:00 PM. "Hold on a bit," I told him, "I can pick it out later . . . I really can't stop what I'm doing right now."
He disappeared and I forgot about it.
The next morning, I saw his head tipped at an odd angle in the sun and blanched. Hack job. "You cut your hair?!" I yelped, "I thought I told you I was going to pick it out." Gak!
"Oh yeah," he said, "I didn't do it. Dada did."
Great. Dada did. So after a couple of weeks, I finally finished the job. I shaved his head, ladies. I did. Just this weekend. His beautiful curls, gone. Just for now, of course . . . but I do miss them. And I hardly recognize him from a distance. It feels strange to see his hair so short.
His new 'do
Check out that cow-lick!
(Truen's hair is my own personal hack job)
His hair hasn't been this short since infancy
♥ Awww, shucks ♥
I entitled this .jpg "Jellybean"
Precious and sweet are the days gone by...