That glorious, glorious hair.
I loved it so much. I would have let him grow it forever, if he wanted.
When he was little, he said he wanted long hair like Rapunzel. Actually he said Papunzel. Whenever anyone asked when we were going to cut his hair, I'd give them the ol', "We like it long and he likes it long, so we're not planning to cut it any time soon. Of course, we'll cut it when he asks".
Silly me. I believed it, too.
When he finally told me he wanted to cut it, I tried to talk him out of it.
"Think of how much everyone compliments it all the time! If you cut it, nobody will say how handsome it is anymore." Shameful, I know, but since he doesn't care it didn't even work.
Neither did the straw man. "So you want your hair to be totally gone, like Caillou? We don't even like him!" But he's too smart for my childish tricks.
He likes it. It's out of his face and not "flopping around everywhere".
I'll miss his long curls, but I know I can't complain. I got to enjoy them a lot longer than most moms do.