No dresses, not cute mary janes, and now this!

With no girls, there are a few things I cling to with my boys that help me cope with the testosterone overload. The boys' locks of curly hair are something I love about them. When G decided to buzz his head last summer because his hair kept getting tangled in his goggles, I agreed (thinking his hair would grow back and the locks would return). His hair has not grown back yet, 10 months later! S has been hassling me to buzz his locks since G did. I refused. But the last couple of mornings he has thrown the fit of a teenage girl! Here are some direct quotes, coupled with tears and his hands ruffling and tossing his hair in frustration:

"My hair is too curly and it looks funny."

"Kids are going to laugh at my hair."

(had to include this pic because it highlights the huge scar he got Sunday morning as he jumped off the foozball table while I was in the shower)

"My hair looks like it has bulldog horns. I don't want to be a bulldog!"

"I can't make my hair look right!"

"My hair looks weird and I want it all cut off...like G's"
So, fine--give the child what he wants...but don't expect me not to cry about the loss of my little dutch boy! I did make him wait until school pictures were finished yesterday. (and please disregard my soaking crockpot in the background)