I love his hair.
I am, quite possibly, the only person that loves his hair.
I'm totally fine with that fact.
Before I really delve into this post. Allow me show you the evolution of this love affair…
The beginning--15 Months: A sweet little baby mullet
18 Months: A legit mullet
Two: Surfer Hair
2.5: Bowl Cut
2.75: Never take your kid to Great Clips
Three: I'm never, ever cutting his hair again
Does he get mistaken for a girl? Yes and No. Santa did ask if he'd been a "good little girl?" And the random grocery store clerk will comment on how "cute she is." When it happens, I just correct them and life goes on, no one dies of embarrassment.
To me, Charlie looks like a boy with longish hair. But if you call him a "her." No biggie. I won't care in the slightest. Neither will he, because he's three years old.
If you ask him if he's a boy or a girl. He'll giggle and say "I'm a boy. A growing boy!"
At some point--way later--when he asks to cut his hairs "like daddy's." I'll let him.
Until then, back off and let me enjoy it.
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