Early in December,  I took Jacob to get a haircut.  He had a thing at school and had been needing to get a haircut for awhile.

This was the result:

I stayed in the car while he went into the barbershop.  I didn’t give any directions about the haircut.  Usually, his Dad takes him, but we have been busy and they hadn’t had time to go.

Despite that look, he was proud of his haircut.

It is a little sobering to me that my youngest child is old enough to go into the barber shop by himself and give directions on his hair cut.  I am further sobered by the fact that he will soon, much too soon, be old enough to drive himself to the barbershop and give directions on his haircut.

I suspect, however, I will still be called upon to pay for it for awhile.