I didn't wake up today with the slightest notion that by the end of the day, Khai's hair would be chopped off. His long, beautiful, signature hair. The face and style I've know practically his whole life. I knew this day would come eventually, but it really just snuck up on me and caught me by surprise. But this entire major event didn't come just because. Nope. What pushed this one into gear was a case of lice. Some kid in Khai's class had them. A couple kids in the other 1st grade had them too, and God knows who else. So of course we checked his head for a few days and then today we did another check and we kept going back and forth on whether or not we saw anything and finally John says we should treat his head just in case (and us, and the house...what an ordeal. Not to mention the paranoia thats running thru my mind with a small baby in tow) ... And then suggests we shave it off to make it simple. I think both Khai and I clutched onto his hair in our minds. Khai worried he wouldn't look right, but we assured him he'd look great no matter what. Then he shocked us with his response: "let's do this!" John did a happy dance in his mind and ran to grab the clippers. I'm sure he thought this day would never come!
A fresh cut later, I was staring at a whole new kid. I couldn't believe how he looked! I stared and stared and I just can't get over how different he looks, how much older, how handsome. I love that he loves it, I love that he was easy about having it done, I love that he's growing up... but slow down a little Khai!!
