The Hair Cut

As we sat around sipping wine after dinner at our friends' house, we overheard a conversation between Buchela and their 5 year old daughter.

She was fretting over his hair when he decided to confide in her his hair woes.

"It keeps on getting in my eyes!" he said.

As she gently moved his bangs back - "Well, you cold push it back like this," she advised.

"But it comes back again!" he responded in a defeated voice.

She held his bangs back for a second as she studied Buchela's hair. "Then you should ask your Dad for a hair cut," she told him as a matter of factly.

The next day - Sunday - we woke up and had breakfast as we normally do.

When we began to talk about what we wanted to do in the morning, Buchela announced "I want to get a hair cut!"



And so it went.







I was a little sad to see his ringlets fall onto the floor and his chair.



Once it was finished, he wanted to check out his new hair immediately.



I was a little worried he was going to hate it and ask for his old hair back



But no.



He was ready to see it go.