(Just a note--if you want a quick read on my state of mind, just scan the title. They get progressively sillier the more tired I am)
The day came.
Jake's head has been shaved.
It started Sunday in Primary. One minute I was leading the music, the next I was in the back of the room watching Jake pull out a clump of his hair.
We'd come up with ideas for making the headshaving a party--all of his friends, shaving patterns and/or a mohawk on him--but Jacob wanted it done quick and quiet. And he wanted Mom to do it.
So while Dad snapped away with the camera, I shaved my first head.
I didn't do too badly, if I do say so myself. Of course, the stubble is going to fall out over the next few days. And the eyebrows and eyelashes are also going to vanish.
But as we keep reminding Jake, "It grows back! You're not going to look like a white supremacist forever!"
Actually, wearing a black shirt and with his Xbox Rock Band microphone in hand, he looks a lot like a junior rock star.
But I'm still making him go to school.