That's Vincent fresh from the play-yard of his daycare.
I got a call early Thursday morning alerting me to the fact that he'd used his scissors to cut his hair instead of his paper pumpkin.
Instead of freaking out, I just laughed. I asked, "How bad?"
She said, "It's all the way to his scalp, so I guess it's kinda bad."
I replied, "Eh... every kid gets one, I guess. We were growing it out for his Halloween costume, but since he changed his mind, it doesn't matter anymore, anyway."
She was surprised. She said, "You're taking this better than some parents."
I said, "I've been there. At least my son was smart enough to get his self-styled haircuts out of the way as a toddler. As a freshman in high school, I had no excuse."
Ah well. So after work, I took him straight to the barber to get his hair buzzed off. His teacher was right - he cut directly over his scalp, so she had to buzz everything to get regrowth even.
Oh Vincent... *shakes head.*
When I saw his hair falling away in big chunks, my heart sorta sank. Beholding his bald little head, I realized how lucky I was to be in that barber shop voluntarily. So many other kids lose their hair due to illness. Mine was losing his due to curiosity and a misguided sense of independence.
Vincent's would grow back. My heart ached for the children who weren't so lucky.
I couldn't get that image of Vincent out of my head all weekend. His hair is finally starting to come back in, but my prayers were directed in a special way this weekend for childhood cancer victims and their families.
Oh, and no more cutting your own hair. Please. LoL!