A Short Haircut

It's been a while since my last post, but I felt the need to update the world on the latest happenings in my home. This week, Josh got a haircut. A little trim. He looks pretty handsome. And boy, did that haircut ever make me pleased. So Josh had been occupying himself upstairs while I was on the phone (it always happens when we are on the phone, right?) and when he came down he had this sweet little smile on his face. I thought it was because of his outfit, but it only took me a couple seconds to see what his smile was really about. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing, because you're not supposed to laugh at this sort of thing, are you? I kept my cool and made reference to him wanting a short haircut. He thought it was funny, until he realized that I was serious. If he wanted a short haircut, I'd be more than happy to give him one. I didn't think too long about it and proceeded to march him into the kitchen so I could cut the rest of it for him. Josh proceeded to scream and cry that he didn't want a short hair cut. Well, he should've thought about that before. And I couldn't help but be pleased with my undelayed reaction.