I put it off for two and a half years. I told James we were never cutting it.
It was time and he did it. He crawled right up in the chair. Got his lollipop. Called his hairdresser "his girl" and said he liked getting his haircut.
We went to lunch after and I kept staring at his big boy face. His eyes and full cheeks. He looks so handsome.
On the way home I told him he looked handsome. I watched him fall asleep in the rear view mirror. "Mama" he said right before his eyes closed, "you look handsome, too."