Between the late-winter storm that pounded Northeast Ohio and the fact both Evan and I were stricken with some sort of feverish respiratory malady, Evan missed his scheduled haircut on Saturday morning.Worse, because he didn't feel well, he managed to weasel his way out of showering that day, too. So this morning, he was sporting two days of horrific bedhead. His hair is an issue around this place...his father wants it buzzed off. I feel he should express himself. Unfortunately for him, his wild coiffure didn't help his case for maintaining a fashionbly shaggy 'do.
Needless to say, he had no option on a shower and hairbrushing this a.m. 
Although he did argue the fact that he would be wearing a hat when we did go outside for the first time 36 hours to run much-needed errands.
Although he did argue the fact that he would be wearing a hat when we did go outside for the first time 36 hours to run much-needed errands.He was right.
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