It was that time again....haircut time. I always feel a twinge of regret everytime I take a pair of clippers to Brock's hair. I like him looking young--I'd like to keep him that way too and there's nothing like his long, wild hair to keep him looking like a little boy. But....then it starts to grow over the tops of his ears and that's annoying...and I know its time for a haircut. Inevitably, when I'm done with the clippers, he'll look a little bit older than he did when he woke up that morning. Fortunately, we think he's cute either way!
