Things are getting bad. I now feel as though it's easier to accept people calling my son a "she," than to let go and allow the little man to get his first haircut. We'll definitely need a good therapist when he's older. See for yourself, the hair is getting out of control:
Kind of a Farrah Fawcett meets Dennis the Menace sort of look.
In other news, our little boy is a Chipmunk. At daycare, that means that he's hanging out with the big boys and sleeping on a cot at nap time. As a result, he and Henry now get some play time together on a regular basis. The following story happened a while ago, but it's still a good one...
Rachel went to drop Tenzin off with the rest of the kids and Henry happened to already be at school. As another kid in the class approached Tenzin at the front entrance, Henry came running up and proudly exclaimed, "NO, that's MY cousin." Yep, that's right, the Z has himself some muscle. Henry even went to the trouble of introducing him to the entire playground when he transitioned to the outside playground, politely letting all the other classmates know who Tenzin was and who he was related to. It's nice to know our son is safe. Hopefully, if something were to ever go wrong, Henry would show some mercy.