So, this morning, Sloan completed what I can only imagine is a rite of passage for all kids…He cut his own hair. He came in the room, all smiles, saying he needed a haricut and took care of it himself. At first, I thought he was joking, until I saw a large chunk of hair on his shoulder. Sloan’s got longer hair so I didn’t think it would be too obvious. Then I noticed a larger chunk of hair in the hood of his sweatshirt. Upon closer examination, I noticed that he now has a very short crew cut right on the side of his head. Luckily, it’s not too noticable, uness you happen to be standing on that side! Sheesh. Oh well. I remember vividly cutting my own hair as a kid – I was probably close to Sloan’s age. I still remember looking in the mirror and thinking that my mom would be so proud of me as I snipped my bangs off. I also remember how surprised I was when I told her and her face did not register pride, but rather horror and rage. What goes around comes around, huh?