June 24, 2012
Henry has curls. Lots of curls. The boys were going to be ring bearers in a wedding on June 30th and I was leaving the haircuts up to the bride, Avery. I had been telling her for months that it was her call; I would do whatever she wanted. Avery never did decide, but Dad said shaggy needed a trim, he was starting to look like a girl (I disagreed. He is all boy and then some).
June 25, 2012
I made the call and the beautician came to us. My friend and boss' wife, aka Aunt Kristie, was kind enough to come to the house for a quick trim. Henry was a little unsure about the clippers, but when Kristie started combing and cutting he was in a trance. I love getting my hair washed, combed, cut, etc. and it appears Henry got that gene from me.
He looks much older without the curls. I have a philosophy when it comes to hair cuts. It will grow back. The curls are starting to come back and I don't intend to cut them, at least for now. We'll see what Dad says about that though.
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