Jack had a haircut yesterday. He wanted to “take the poof off.” Well, long story short, I took too much off. 

My oh my! I’ve never met a boy so concerned about his hair. He cried all morning thinking that he was going to be teased. Mind you, I took maybe an inch off, more than likely less than that.  

Daddy came and saved the day. He took Jack out for tacos and had a little man to man talk. 

Food makes bad haircuts better.