S sat in the special zebra chair, a converted bike seat on a merry-go-round zebra and he watched a video. He was fine for the first part of the cut...he reached back to touch his hair and find out what was going on. "Phew," I thought. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

Then the hairstylist started to cut around his ears. The struggle was on. Tears, wiggles, standing up, shaking his head, pushing away the stylist. She managed to finish the cut while I held S on my lap. Considering the circumstances, she did a fine job. S did as well as we could expect.

S looks like an entirely different child...I can't take my eyes off him. I miss his crazy big hair but I love the new look. He looks so much older and he looks much more like Roland. It's funny how S's head shape is the same as Roland's was at the same age.

S is also getting used to the new 'do. He's been staring at himself in the mirror and when he's tired, he pulls on his hair but there's not much to pull on. He'll get used to it. I'll get used to it.