During lunch today, D got his “pre-race” haircut. In other words, it’s really short. Really, really short. So much so, that when D came home tonight, k did not recognize him. When he tried to hold her, she started to cry and had a look on her face that said “Who is this scary man, and what have you done to my Daddy?”
Happy 8 month birthday, k!
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Are we taling bald?
Not quite bald, but as close to bald as you can get without actually being bald.