someone got their hairs cut.

i wear the hat of many things in this house.

wife, mom, chef, maid, chauffeur, master butt wiper-er, nurse...the list never stops.

this weekend, i put on my hair dresser hat and cut little kohens' hair.

you might ask "but why, emily?  it's so cute!"

well, you're right, it is cute...from the front.

truth be told, brotha had a rat tail growing in the back...i'm so ashamed of it that i didn't even document it with a photo.

it had to go.

so, i gave him an extra long tootsie roll for him to gnaw on, and went to town with the clippers.

he wasn't so thrilled about the good ol' haircut afterwards.

as if you couldn't tell.

pretty sure he's thinking "how dare you cut my hairs". (yes, he says it with an S on the end...just like he calls olive, oliveS...he loves to add the S)

he does this thing when he falls asleep (he's done it since he was a baby) where he grabs the top of his hair and rubs it---most kids hold onto a security blanket.  he holds onto his hair.

so, when i cut it, he gets all wacky.

i spotted him last night, with his hand on top of his head, rubbing invisible hair.

saaaaaaaad.