Today, at approximately 1:30 in the afternoon, Paul's hair met an early death.
At the tender age of just 2 years, the hair was cut from it's source of life and ceased to grow.
It was soft and silky and beautiful! I loved it.
Oh, poor baby hair!
and now, today, in the few short minutes it took to walk from kitchen to office the crime was committed and the hair is gone.
Why is it that I have a hard time finding scissors when I need some, but Jason can find them in just a few seconds of unguarded time?
It's hard to tell how long it will be before Paul's hair returns to it's former beauty...I'm guessing at least a year.
Jason, after taking his punishment, gleefully said to his victim..."HeHeHe! You're not Paul anymore!" (I just loved his repented spirit.) But he is wrong. This new buzzed boy is still my precious Paul even if he does look like a little stranger to me.
Tomorrow I will grow accustomed to his new look, but today...
...today I am mourning.