I really, really didn't want to take him to a barber. He doesn't do well with strangers and he doesn't like to be confined, so I knew a haircut would be disastrous and traumatic. Today I was giving him a bath and he was having a blast playing with his cow (he calls it a moo). His hair was cascading down his little shoulders and onto his back. I called Jason in and said, hey, want me to try? He brought me the scissors. I snipped Elliot's little curls. He never realized it--he just played with his moo.
And--be still my heart--my little boy looks like a little boy and not a little bushbaby.
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