Brotherly Love

Little Man made the ultimate sacrifice for his sister this week. 

He cut off his beloved afro. 

He has been working on it since last July. His goal had been to have the longest hair in the world. It drove Grandpa and Grandma crazy. However, in preparation for going to Haiti, I knew that we needed to make a good impression when we went to go through court, and also be respectful of the culture. So, I informed him one of three styles would work when we went to meet Baby B. He could get twists (which he will has never let me do to his hair), he could have cornrows (ditto) or he could get his hair buzzed. 

Last night, he decided he wanted it buzzed, so we went right to it. When we were finished, it looked like a small poodle had joined the family. Little Man decided that there was enough hair for us to knit him a sweater (ew!)

Although he was initially sad to see the hair go, I thought that he was really liking it this morning when he stayed in the bathroom a loooong time after finishing his business.Then he came out rubbing the back of his neck, suspiciously.

On a hunch, I went to look in the bathroom and discovered hair all over the counter top and the hair scissors. I asked him if he had been trimming his hair a little more, and it turns out he had decided to remove his widow's peak.  Hello bald spot.

Lovely.

Good thing we have a few weeks before we fly out to meet Baby B.