The other day K kept asking me if he could cut his hair. After a while, when I finally had few moments of calmness and quiet, I told him he could but I was going to finish cutting it when he was done. At first he was surprised, but then he disappeared and I kept cooking. After about 15 minutes, the quietness of the house became too much and I began wondering where he was. I found him in the bathroom. I had completely forgotten that I had allowed him to cut his own hair. Had I realized that soccer pictures were that same week, I might have reconsidered. Needless to say, he got LOTS of compliments on his hair cut that week and it made me smile every time I saw it.
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