The day has come. The long-awaited day. Ever since Steven was a young adolescent boy, a little rebel with an attitude. And now, while he’s still a big rebel with a big attitude, he at least looks a bit clean cut. It actually really suits him, which I’m glad about because I was the one who egged him into doing it. I think the best part of the adventure was when his ponytail was snipped off and removed to be donated… what a change! Needless to say, he has a much nicer time getting his hair ready in the morning… wash, tousle, done. I’m the only one who breaks hairbrushes anymore.
Here are some stills from the home video:
Innit he puurdy?
We also finally went out and got the poor, deprived fellow a summer wardrobe. I don’t know how long he’s gone without shorts and been juggling only two pairs of freying pants, but it certainly has been too long.
