Today while I was out running errands, Rob and Will conspired to surprise me with this:
Will's hair reduced to buzz cut.
They were smart to do it while I was away because I would have protested if I'd been on site.
I'm one of those mother's with a certain nostalgia for my boys' hair, so I'm kind of missing Will's now and awaiting the day when it returns to a nice state of shagginess.
Now Owen's got more hair than Will -- but Rob's threatening to do the buzz on him too (to clean up the wispy bits). I lobbied against that idea -- if the poor kid has almost none of the stuff, surely we should let him keep what little he has?
But Will sided with Rob: "Dad, because mommy can't stop a hair cut you can just do it! That's the only thing I say."
I guess I better get used to not getting my way.