After repeated questions of "When are you going to cut his hair?" I finally caved and we went in for the Big Haircut a couple of weekends ago, just me and my H.
His long locks had grown out of the cute baby curls sometime over the Summer, but I just couldn't break myself to make the cut.
No matter how many times I was told, "Oh she's so pretty."
And, so, off we went. To Great Clips in our neighborhood.
I laughed. I cried. Time stood still.
But it was done.
He was just as nervous, but in the end - big smiles all around.
I swear it aged him 5 years.
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