



When I got home from work today, C was still sleeping. Summer break has completely thrown him off. He's been staying up later, not taking naps and is just exhausted. He finally came downstairs, and I noticed his hair looked a bit different. I thought it was bed head. An hour later, I came upstairs, only to notice a pair of child's scissors out ... and tons of pieces of hair laying around. I ran downstairs, pushed the long strands aside, and sure enough,
underneath it all, a big ole' patch right in the front. Gone. He's threatened to cut his hair before, but he's never succeeded. Well, tonight, he did.
I should have seen it coming. On our way back from the pool yesterday, he commented that his bangs were in his eyes. Silly me. I forgot to mention to the babysitter C has hair issues, and to HIDE THE SCISSORS. H said C cut his hair today when she was downstairs. Upon discovering the missing hair, I called my friend El, who is a stylist. She calmly said it happens all the time, and that I probably should shave it. So I did. The boys have been wanting "Papa Hair" for a long time now. But I like hair on the boys. And this is
Papa. Papa doesn't have much hair. Oh well. All I can say, is C is thrilled by his new Papa-haircut. In fact, H was so bummed out he didn't have Papa-hair, that guess what. He got one too. Honestly, they could not be happier.