The other day Joshua suddenly decided he wanted to cut his hair. He asked me what I thought and I said if he wanted to cut it, then he should. Jeremy did the honors while I stepped out for the evening. Apparently he had some hair cutter’s remorse after a pile of blonde locks were already on the floor. I think we’re all getting used to it. It doesn’t matter, though, he’s still the cutest (or maybe I should say handsome-est) 10 year old I know!