Alas, it was time to get a trim. David made an appointment with Deb, a gal who cut his hair for the first time when he was nine. He's been back to see her, off and on, ever since.
So Elias sat on my lap, while Deb snipped a little off the back, pulled it up from out of his eyes and took in the sides.
He looks like such a different little boy ... but the sweetness is still the same.




























