Z Frizz

As you can probably see ^sarcasm I trimmed Zane’s hair just before they left. His first “haircut” consisted of snipping the long hairs that tend to go over and into his ears. Afterwards I held the thimble sized fluff of locks for Faith to see.

“What?”

“It’s your Son’s first haircut.”

“Where?”

“See … right … here.”

I wasn’t sure if it was there any longer either. It’s like magic pixie dust, so light and golden, I suspect it disappeared in a twinkling and a poof.