Last night, I took Jack to get his hair cut. It was getting really long along the sides and I didn't want him to look so shabby at his birthday. Mike and I have been teasing him about looking like a hippy. "Pretend hippy," he would correct us. Jack was a really big boy at the salon (Cost Cutters), even sitting in the chair by himself for half of the trim. After we got in the car, he said, "But I wanna be hippie!" He repeated that to me this morning during my way into work. I assured him that his hair would grow back and he could be a pretend hippie again.
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