we needed to trim his hair for swim lessons, so the goggles would fit right. just a trim. but he insisted on using the buzzer (he hates to stand there while I slowly snip away). We argued and argued and he won. I told him that it would make his hair super-short. He didn't care.
Until he saw himself in the mirror. Then his little face crumpled and the tears came instantly.
"Oh no Mom! Not this short!"
sigh. Oh my sweet boy. I had to call Daddy and warn him to say nice things about it when he got home (last time Daddy saw his hair all cut off, he actually cried).
and, thus begins our summer! sheesh!