Kyle's Torture!

Poor Kyle. Poor, poor Kyle. He, on occasion simply must get his hair cut. I know, I know, I'm a terrible mother for requiring this of him. I try to let it go as long as I possibly can...but it was time. I gave him a pep talk. I bribed him with a treat. I begged him to stay calm. But in the end, his hair got cut and he DID survive. He had grown it out all shaggy (very trendy for guys right now) but it was becoming a bit of a nesting of small animals problem. He pulled himself together as much as he could muster. My brave little soldier. He ended up with a nice cut and a little color too ( yes, I made him get some highlights for summer). My "Hair Goddess", Jackie took good care of him and put up with his sulking through the whole process. After we got in the car to go home, Kyle looked in the mirror and said that his ears were huge. I told them they absolutely were not, but that he just hadn't seen them in so long. He said he was going to change his name and move to Africa...I told him that we would miss him sooooo much if he did. He said he would wear his hood over his head all the next day at school so no one would see. I told him that he might inspire some of the other boys to cut their mops off too. He may end up being a trend setter. We'll see. But for now, he looks handsome (and like a boy again I might add!) and mama's happy. We all know what that means... if mama's happy, everyone is happy. Yes, I'm smiling:)