Thomas had beautiful curls, as shown in the previous post.
But he used them like a napkin, necessitating a hair scrub, if not a full bath, every
Also, he is a sweaty little kid and his hair would be soaking wet after an afternoon at the park.
Marcus thought he was hot and miserable and asked me to get his hair cut. Since Marcus doesn't weigh in very much on these issues, I listened to him.
The haircut, from Thomas' point of view:
I am fine with my beautiful curls, mommy. Can't you tell?
You wanna do WHAT? Cut them OFF? No.
This feels weird.
Hey, pretty girl cutting my hair, lollipop to suck on, life isn't too bad!
Still pretty happy, even missing half my hair.
I think I must now be quite serious, as I am now a big boy.
And what has big brother Jonathan been doing this whole time? All swimming, all the time: