Bzzzzzzzz

So, I'm in the kitchen fixing breakfast for the munchkin and myself this morning. Meanwhile, he's in the bathroom just adjacent and he's brushing his teeth.

"Mama," he calls, "I've got Dada's razee."

Now, this is nothing new. He likes to pick up Wil's electric razor and pretend that he's shaving his beard.

"Ok, honey, leave it on the counter, please."

Next thing I hear is "Bzzzzzzzz." And it's not the kind of Bzzz that sounds like a razor just simply turned on, but that tell-tale grinding, hair-chewing buzz.

OH CRAP!

I drop the oatmeal and run into the bathroom to find a huge chunk of his beautiful curly goodness in a pile in the sink. My heart almost broke in two.

Ok, so I know it's just hair, and I've always had a hangup about cutting those precious curls, but never in a million years did I ever contemplate having to give him a complete buzz down.

To tell you how shocked and upset I was about it, I didn't even pause to take a picture of the self-inflicted bad hair day. I knew if I didn't do it, and do it quickly, I was never going to be able to. And so, without thinking much at all, there it went-- all of it.

I'm still a little teary over it, so please don't make any comments about what a terrible job I did of cleaning it up. I kept it as long as possible while still matching the side he cut himself. It's terrible! But, it'll grow back and be luscious and beautiful again in no time, I'm sure.

Here's a picture of last night.



And here's one from today.