Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow.

My six year old officially denounced the shaggy do of his that I so love. I took him to a real hair cutting place and he got it cut all military-esque as per his choosing. I nearly cried when six inches of his hair fell to the floor. Is this because he is starting "real school" tomorrow and I am feeling resistant of the permanent change? Or is this because I am really just that tired. I'm thinking it might be a mixture of both. The hairdresser put red gel in his hair. I thought it looked more like Halloween blood, but it totally made his day. So, that is where things sit tonight. Exhaustion. Nostalgia. And a whole lot less hair around these parts. Damn he's handsome. My boy.