He was born with NO hair. M had tons, E had less, S even less, and J had none. For the longest time, he was just thin and fine - fairly non-existent. I cut it one time because it was starting to thicken up and he had two layers of hair, long and short, and I wanted to even it all up. Then, one day, I realized his hair was all in, and long and straight and CUTE. White blonde, framing his sweet face. Oh, I loved his hair. I've trimmed it a few times, but I was NEVER going to cut his bangs.
Then, the white blonde started growing out, and he had two shades of hair. In agony, I watched his white blonde hair turn dark blonde, and I knew at some point I would cut all the blonde out and he wouldn't be my little blonde boy anymore.
Well, I guess I grew tired of agonizing over it, because I gritted my teeth and decided to just get rid of it all in one fatal cut...
If only I had stopped there...
My only consolation is that his hair will grow again, and I will have learned my lesson. I'll never chop his hair short again.
The only positive thing is I can spike his hair now, so his hair reflects his true personality...
S got a hair cut at the same time. He always says he wants his hair to be as long as J's - which just isn't possible, but at least he let me cut it.
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