Silas's Haircut.

The other night, against my better judgement, I cut Silas's hair. He has been asking me to cut it because it is in his eyes, so I relented. He wanted it shorter than daddies hair. So I gave him a nice cut and he was very good and happy about the whole thing. 

Then, after he'd been sleeping for an hour, he was wailing in his bed because "I miss my curls and I want them back!" 

I tried the whole "your hair will grow back" bit but he kept crying "No it won't! It takes long time!" He was inconsolable so I left him to cry- he calmed down after a few minutes alone. 

Then, half hour later, he calls me back to tell me "It still hasn't grown and Jesus won't help [him] sleep because he has no curls anymore"

I tried to console him. I tried not to laugh. I reminded him he asked for the haircut. 

He told me "I was about to say I didn't want my haircut anymore before you cut it because I learned how to fold my hair so it wasn't in my eyes but you cut it anyway" 

Oh the lesson of regret he has learned. 

The upside to all of this is that he seemed just hunky dory and he was fine with his haircut. All that drama for nothing.