Wow! And he’s handsome too. With a REALLY good haircut. But maybe I’m obsessing about haircuts this week because its time for my boys to go and it seems almost like “damned if I do, damned if I don’t”. I am SO tired of telling the barber “and I don’t want him to be BALD no matter how much money it saves me by stretching out the time between cuts”. No wonder most of the children here look ... like refugees. Refugees with really bad haircuts.

And he will SO be thanking you when he can take along the violin on romantic picnics, and seranade delightful young women who will swoon at his feet!