Hair today, gone tomorrow

Milo tomorrow you're getting your first haircut. Ever. Mommy has mixed feelings about this. I love your hair. I love smelling your shampoo and brushing it and playing with your curls. But your curls are getting all nappy and turning into mini dreads and mommy can't even brush through them. Your hair on the side has turned into wings—like Farrah Fawcett. And yes, folks have been calling you "she" more and more these days. But your hair is you.