After Trevor's spectacular fall where he landed on his lips, we took pictures. We took several, in fact...
He's OK now. Check these out. He got a haircut today. The stylist said, "what do you want?" I said, "Short." She said, "what number?" I said, "HUH?" We settled on 4. I'm pretty happy that I didn't settle on 1.
It is as short as it looks. More than ever, this kid looks like MY kid. As she shaved his head, I got flashes of Austin, Stephen, and Cecil.
I miss his messy long-ish red hair a little bit. If hair didn't grow back, I would cry myself to sleep for the next week, and maybe even the next month. But, Trevor likes it. In fact, as I realized how short it was, I think I blanched, then I and crowded out the stylist for a closer look. She stopped shaving. Trevor said, "it's OK, mom." Later, he told me he liked his hair because it's a "rocker hair cut."
This one was NOT staged.