So it all started when Jackson saw my brother, John's, hair or rather lack there of. John shaves his head - he is easy to spot in the airport - I just look for the shine coming my way. Well, I bought John this wierd, green, rubbery thing that stretches over his head and gives him crazy, spiked hair. I also got one for Jackson. Well, Jackson's kept slipping and John's stayed put. Hence, Jackson's desire for a shaved head (that and he likes Uncle John). He's asked about it once a week since Christmas. You might notice from the picture that Jackson is lacking in the skin-pigment department. (He is one pastey-white boy.) So, the compromise was the number 2 blade on the trimmers and a promise of wearing a hat anytime he's outside. I have to admit, I do like the haircut - it is really easy to care for and I think it looks cute. Nate took him to get it cut while I was out of town visiting said brother John. Jackson is talking to me on the phone - telling me about his hair. It's for the best - I probably would have cried - I like his little-boy-hair longer and tousled. I can't believe Jackson will start 1st grade this year!
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