Mark was scheduled for another haircut today. I couldn't take the "poof" anymore. He was starting to look more like a mom than my little boy. While he totally HATED it and me for putting him through such a horrible experience, he no longer is "scruffy." He's also ready for t-ball in a few weeks. I received the silent treatment for the remainder of the day, like I usually do, no surprise. He was buddies with my sister the rest of the day and anytime I tried to talk to him he would glare at me and walk away. Lucky for me, I was able to get some things done around the house.
