On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from May 2008.
Okay, so I guess I should elaborate on the Dreadlock Disaster. My cryptic post yesterday was all my could muster in the midst of my grief. Yeah, that’s right, grief. Stop rolling your eyes. I’m not being overdramatic. I would never do that.
So all day long he was walking around, feeling his hair, and whining, “oh no! I still have dreadlocks!” Like he discovered this for the first time every few minutes. (He MIGHT be a smidge overdramatic too).
I finally relented and we made an appointment at the barber. They came off. Every last one of them. Jafta is elated, and pointing out his buzzcut to everyone he sees. Mommy is sad.