Jack's hair is out of control. It is thick and long and unruly. And he has tonsurephobia...a serious phobia of haircuts.
Back in December, I theorized that when Jack's hair grew long enough to cover his eyes, he'd probably get bothered enough and ask for a cut. I was wrong. And then some.
This is Jack's hair (and maybe if you are lucky you can catch a glimpse of Jack under there):
As a way of coping with his ever lengthening hair, Jack has started to tilt his head to the side so that his hair naturally parts. I fear he's going to end up with a crook in his neck.
(And for the record...no, I do not dye his hair. I have actually had people ask me...maybe it an "only in California" thing? If the child won't let us cut it, he certainly won't let us dye it!)
The other day when he was in the bath I took a picture of him with his hair all slicked back. I miss his face...
He looks like a different kid!