So after a snow delay, we finally cut Mitch's hair last Sunday (1/30). It wasn't as traumatic as it initially seemed it would be (for him or us), and I have to say he sat still while the whole thing went on almost to the very end when he got some shpilkes and wanted to go play with his cousin.
It seems like only yesterday that I was cradling him as a newborn baby in my arms, and now he is is a little man. Now his education is just beginning. We are sending him off to Yeshiva in the fall, and I can hardly wait until he comes home talking about the weekly Parasha.
As for the traumatic effects we were anticipating, it seems that while the teachers in his pre-school were oohing and aahhing his he new coiffure, while the kids hardly noticed the difference.
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