I swear, it wasn’t me, or us, or anyone but him. He wanted his hair cut, I didn’t, at least not yet. Come summer, the real summer, I am the first to support the loss of heavy sweaty, getting in the eyes, wash every day hair, but I was trying to hang on to it for a few more weeks- I just LOVED his hair, especially when it was clean. But he asked to have it cut, and assuming that when he’s 15 I will be begging HIM to get a hair cut, I thought it would be a good example to comply to his request. So what’s with the sad face? it’s his “foto-face” I trained him well. Fierce. or is it Zoolander?
So here he is, my new Kyle. Ready for summer 2010.