Needless to say, HubbaDood was extremely excited when his Bible turned up because he believed he was going to finally get his "buzz". But, I leaned over to him and said "you didn't find your Bible - someone else did." Oops.
Well, HubbaHoney wouldn't allow me to do that to HubbaDood and I knew I didn't need to do that either. So, all last week I got pestered "when am I going to get my buzz?" I told him if I didn't get him to the girl who regularly cuts our hair that Daddy would take him to the barber shop on Saturday.
Oh how I wish I had taken him. I would have explained to my girl how I feel about my son's hair and it probably wouldn't have been.... uh.... well...
Tears filled my eyes when he took off his hat and showed me his hair (I didn't let him know though). I just keep waking up in the morning waiting for it to grow back.
Well, HubbaDood LOVES IT! He thinks he's so cool.
He only wanted his hair cut like this because the neighbor boy's hair is always like this. His Dad shaves it off. I told HubbaDood today at lunch "Did you ever think that other people wish their hair looked like yours?"
He keeps rubbing his head. Oh, the agony.