Little Z's hair has become ridiculous long for a little boy. Only his curls betray its true, shameful length. I just can't get myself to cut it and a part of me feels like I'm subconsciously trying to hold on to his babyhood.
I tell myself I can't cut it before I manage to take a picture with it in the shower, full of soap and stood up high on top of his head.
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