Seems we don't have enough scrap paper for Mateo to practice cutting.
Things had gotten suddenly quiet out in the livingroom so I called to him to see what he was up to. He quietly came into the office and stood beside me not saying a thing. I turned to see what was up and broke out laughing. He was missing a good lock of hair from his bangs, right at the center of his forehead!
The reason was a mix between "...there was nothing else around to cut." and "...there was no one here to stop me." Well, he wasn't wrong there.
He wouldn't let me take a picture though. Since this happened late on a Saturday afternoon and his hair was in desperate need of professionl corrective measures, we couldn't do anything until Tuesday after school. This didn't seem to bother him until Sunday night when it sank in that his friends at school would see him like this. Suddenly he felt a cold coming on and figured he shouldn't go to school the next day. The next morning he complained of a sore throat and then a stomache ache. Didn't work. He finally got over it, and I don't think anyone noticed or said anything because he didn't mention it again. The trim was a little extreme but it's growing back nicely.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
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