I was pretty sure I'd cry a bucketful of tears the day Lou got a haircut, a short haircut, where we lost the curls. This winter, the curls turned to puff and it was time for them to go. I was surprisingly calm about it. It was Lou who cried a bucketful of tears.
He was crying, "I don't even know who I am anymore!" Happily, a few days later, he's embraced the short cut and says he's not going back. I am tempted to let it grow a little this summer and see what happens. It was like those curls were there one day and gone the next. (This is our sweet hair girl, cake girl, chicken friend, good buddy who agrees to come to our house to cut our hair!)
It's short. Short. and he's all grown up all of a sudden. But those curls, oh those sweet curls had turned to puff and he kept getting called a girl.
Looks at those locks!
This muscle picture is like two weeks ago, pre haircut.
This one is last week. He gained about three years.
Oh, they're both so big. Ok, now I might cry.