Undoing the damage...

The week before I was admitted to the hospital I took Josh to get his hair cut. I can only describe the experience as heartbreaking. We went to a barber shop in town. A real barber shop, with the funny swirly pole out front and everything. I figured all barber shops were the same and how hard is it to cut a little boy's hair anyway? Wrong. Wrong. I watched in horror as this sweet old man did everything but remove Josh's scalp with his clippers. It was the worst haircut I have ever seen. When we got back in the car I cried, I couldn't help it. Well, his hair finally grew back and this time I took him someplace nice for a proper haircut. Much better.