The face of a boy who is about to have his head shaved.
Jack has lusterous locks, he truly does. And they are beautiful, I'm often asked if I color his hair. Which I think is a stupid questions and I'm quite offended by it, but at the same time I think how lucky Jack is to have such pretty hair.
However, it grows like a weed and maintenace is a nightmare. I just went to Keish a to get his hair cut and it's not the funnest thing trying to make him sit on that booster and tie something around his nck that prevents him from using his arms. So Josh and I decided that we would give ourselves a break, not to mention Jack- cause this hair gets mega staticy and sticks to his face and ears. But it wasn't in Jack's best interest.
We wanted to give him a mohawk, just for Easter Sunday...but the kid wouldn't hold still and the buzzer was all over the place. So was hair. So we just cleaned him right off and what was left was a perfectly shaped, buzzed head. But also- what seemed to look like a cancer patient.
After a nice thorough shower, Jack was cleaned off and dressed, and he decided to grab the phone and call Grandma to tell her what we did to him.