For two years we've heard people ask about when we were cutting his hair. We never decided to "wait" this long it just turned out that way [**Sorry kiddo bean, you were mistaken for a girl often in the last year**]. The morning of his second birthday he had an appointment. The hairstylist didn't hesitate for a second. In just ten short minutes his hair was gone. I felt myself getting emotional as those locks were cut away. It was hard for me to recognize him. Atticus was the boy with the hair. "Now he's just not the same," I kept feeling. It took everything in me to not keep every lock of it like a crazy person (only kept a small bag of it...so not too crazy). The responses of many family members, who arrived later that night for his party, were quite amusing.
A few weeks have passed by and I'm here to say he's still very much the same. Turns out the haircut wasn't so bad after all. After all hair grows back, right?
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