Locks of love

For the past few months the wee man had been telling us that he plans to get his hair cut when he's five.

Well, tomorrow is his birthday and we promised him a day at Legoland, so we agreed to bring the haircut forwards by a day.

I honestly wasn't sure how he'd handle the cut. I kept expecting him to change his mind too, but the wee man stuck to his guns. He didn't even blink when his locks were cut, although he did giggle when the clippers came out for his neck.

He was particularly happy at bath time tonight when his hair was dried in an instant and he didn't need a brush.

He's not quite the same little boy any more though...