Hair

We cut Sam’s hair this weekend using my clippers. Although we used the longest setting on the clippers, he’s gone from being an tousle-headed toddler to an aggro-loving 6 year old named Jimmy who sniffs hard as a form of punctuation and calls you ‘Mistah’.

He immediately went to look at himself in the mirror, and spent 5 minutes bouncing up and down, rubbing his head and laughing. Then later, as he was supposed to be going to sleep, he ran into the living room, rubbed his head and said ‘I like my hair’.

Claire found it all highly traumatic. Lauren was initially unsettled but now likes it. He does look pretty cute, though I suspect this won’t be happening again.