LP has so much hair. It's really gorgeous and I always find myself running my hands through it, which annoys him already. Apparently my hair was very much like his as a child: my mom would make me little pigtails with bows on them, and it would curl naturally, as you can see in the picture below, taken when I was his age.
I find this topic is a little ironic: so many parents just can't wait for their kids to finally have hair or for it to grow long, while for us it's almost a nuisance. I mean of course it's not, but ever since he was 5 months old, it needs to be cut like, every three weeks. No kidding.
My mom cuts his hair, and I always tell her not too short! I kind of like his moppy, beatles-esque head. Nowhere near René-Charles' utterly ridiculous long hair, just a little long. But the last time M said let's try it shorter for a change. If you don't like it, well it will grow back within a month. I couldn't contradict him on that, so I let grand-maman proceed.
He doesn't like it, but he's generally doing pretty well. You should know though that I always stay close to distract him, and well, my mom bribes him. Shamelessly. I'm not a fan of this in general, but I guess for hair-cutting it's alright. Plus if grandma is going to spoil him, might as well have a reason for it. So he very well knows he gets a reward (une petite récompense) after, and that even makes him very eager to get it done as soon as possible. My mom mostly gives him sweets, although she surprised him with a really big firetruck once (a Tonka from the seventies she had found on the curb the day before and hauled home).
I must say I quite like it, although I think it makes him suddenly look much older than having just turned 3! Like a weird feeling that he has grown up all at once. If I didn't know him, I don't think I'd be shocked to learn that he was 6. Gulp.