Trimmed.......

Simon's first significant haircut was more of a comedic aerobic class than an emotionally charged event. Bribed with cookies, and distracted by his sister's impromptu vaudeville show, we barely managed to finish the job. Stage two, the evening up, will happen today with Adam wielding the scissors (he is the more experienced hair stylist in our family) instead of me.

This morning, Simon donned an old backpack of Greta's, insisting that he was "going to school", and with his new haircut, he looked like he could. So with a pear, a cheese stick, and a Clifford's Valentine book packed up in a dragonfly backpack, he is on an errand adventure with his Dad, and I am left with a little envelope full of wispy blonde hair to stow away in my treasures box.