The New Hair Do

This morning I decided to cut Levi's mop of beautiful curls, I didn't mind him having so much hair, it is the cradle scalp that I could not keep under control.

It was the most traumatic thing ever to happen and I am surprised that child welfare did not come knocking on the door with all the carry on the little man put on, my goodness it sounded terrible, we were out the back patio and he was whaling and sobbing loudly "NO, NO, NO MUM DON'T" I haven't done the best job but it will do. He would not come near me when we finished, he looked so hurt.

Granny to the rescue, scooped him up and got him in the car and over there for an ice cream, the world seemed to be a better place after that. However no talk about getting a hair cut. Traumatic memories.