

I picked up Darren a little early from school yesterday in hopes to go through the torture of getting his hair cut. I usually cut it, actually, I haven't taken him to get it cut in almost a year. You see, getting his hair cut is an exhausting task because he hates it. We both leave there sweaty and tired....pretty! SO this time I walked in and apologized to all around for the crying that was soon to come. But guess what...he sat there on my lap like little Christmas angel. I couldn't believe it. Mind you...the sweetarts might have helped too, but never ever has he gone through an entire haircut without crying. What a pleasant surprise!
Enjoy the season!