When scissors attack

by arianne

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How silly of me to want to grow out his hair, when his brother CLEARLY had other ideas.

The funny thing is, I don’t know if he’s going to let me fix it without a major fight.

He LOVES it.  His brother LOVES it (well, it’s his work, and he’s standing behind it no matter what).

At first I thought he looked like a balding accountant.

He’s still a Los Angeles boy at heart.  He told me he looks like a “cool punk dude” and now he’s ready for his first day of school ever.  Montessori wants them to express themselves, but I don’t think they had this in mind.

You don’t even want to see the back.  Unless you feel like crying.

But yesterday, post-hair disaster, he asked another kid at the park what his name was.  For the first time ever.  I wanted to hold a party.  Autism can suckit.

They’re getting better, friends.  The light at the end of the tunnel is so, so bright now.

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