With a sad(ish) story.
Okay … well … it’s not really sad.
It was just traumatic (in a not-so-traumatic way) for the mother.
And the father.
Because we have a sweet baby boy.
Who needed a hair cut.
So Mama (I) cut his hair.
And it was cute.
It wasn’t too short. Just sort of cleaned up but a little foppy. With a little attitude.
It looked sweet in his hat.
But I guess his sister didn’t like it.
So I cried.
Then Dad (who was home for the weekend and had a much calmer head) went to get the horse clippers …
All of a sudden, we have a little man …