Haircut!

Monday, Daniel's friend, Nick, came over. It just so happened that we were in the middle of discussing (actually we were pleading with him) cutting his hair. Hearing us in the other room, Nick called, "yeah, cut your hair, Daniel.

Now I might add here that six months ago Nick's hair was longer than Daniel's. He has since enlisted in the military and now has a very handsome buzz cut.

Amazing what peer pressure will do. Nick went with him to get the haircut and he came home with a moderately short cut--more than acceptable, better than what I had hoped!

Daniel, however, was not very happy with us; in fact, he wasn't happy with Nick either. He spent the rest of the day moping and letting us know how miserable we were making him.

The next morning it was like someone had flipped a switch. He decided he like the shorter style and was very pleasant all day as though there was no drama the day before.

The day after that, he decided he wanted his hair shorter...

Ta-da!

Incidently, Daniel got his learner's permit Tuesday morning.