This kid loves his long hair and he doesn't mind at all when we tell him he looks like a mop. He doesn't brush it or gel it or do anything to it until he is threatened with the buzzers. He thinks he looks cool. I think he looks like an orphan.
Finally yesterday I had had it. I dragged him outside and chopped away. And this is what he came back with . . . .
Surprisingly he likes his doo and styled it himself this morning without even a side ways glance or word uttered from my lips. I love seeing those blue eyes again.