This morning in church, John was sitting in front of me.
His hair is about as long as he ever lets it get, and it's all curly along the edges.
My friend Jody was sitting beside me and I whispered this to her, "See? And now he'll get it cut."
In a second we were both fluffing his curls.
His hand came back behind his head, fingers doing a little snip motion.
We sat back snickering, and I whispered to her, "They may grow up, but they can never escape us."
Ha-ha-ha-ha, John.
Forever you will always be my boy. love, MOM
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