Today we went to see a friend who just had a baby, and so I went to get the car from the courtyard and pull it up front. As I opened the front door, I heard something slam in the kitchen, and Owen comes out looking guilty.
“Mama” he says. “I cut my hair, but just a little bit.”
A *whole* chunk, missing from the back of his head- picture a friar, without the robes. Sheesh.
And Now We Are Five 