A Sad Mourning

He was cutting magazines with scissors. Then...he asked to see a mirror.  I paid no attention as to why. Minutes later I turned around and found quite a site. There were clumps of my sweet boy's hair all over the house. He literally used to hands on the scissors and hacked off his hair. He was devastated, as was I. He cried when he realized his hair was gone. This child loves his hair. I would do his hair in the morning and on the way to school he would have me check it multiple times to make sure it still looked good. He loved his "church hair" and mohawk and curls. It was a sad day.

We buzzed it all off. It took a couple days before he would take his hood off a school. I think he learned his lesson.

Now I pray his curls are not gone for good!