Graham's latest haircut was a bit of a revelation for us both.
It involved none of the shenanigans of the past. He had trepidations, but the promise of a lollipop and lunch at Chez Ronald's (hey, he redeemed himself!) kept the tears at bay...
As the stylist clipped away and no tears were forthcoming, I realized that what I was witnessing no longer seemed like a rite of passage anymore: it was just a haircut - one of a handful my son had already received and one of dozens, maybe hundreds, he is likely to have in the future.
But Graham? I think he had a different revelation. And I think it was more along the lines of...
"Damn mama, I look goooood!"
