If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you’ve seen this gigantic head and the kid that comes with it.

I’ve come to know him by his hair, which is unsubtle and magnificent.

So when Robbi suggested that the time had come to cut the hair (presumably to make it easier to wash, brush, and generally care for, etc.), I was understandably concerned.

As was August.

His objections were many. What if I don’t look like me without my hair? What if people don’t like me? What if I can no longer produce piercing noises that irritate everyone?

August and I lobbied and pleaded and pleaded some more.

But if you’ve ever met Robbi, you will know that she has an iron will and that when she decrees, that this or that will come to pass, you don’t just agree with her, you agree with her cheerfully.

August is a quick sketch.

Robbi returned to her sketching, issuing the sentence and then leaving me to do the awful deed. 

It was over in moments.

The result was less awful than predicted.

He still looks like himself (if somewhat less so).

People still like him.

And he is still more than capable of making those awful noises.

For a long time, I’m not sure he even realized his hair was gone, but then, last night, in the middle of our third and final book of the evening, it seemed to suddenly hit him.

“Oh man! My hair is gone.”

And with it, a little piece of my heart.