Z requested a haircut Saturday. After years of having it long, I admit I was surprised, but I wasn't too hesitant, either--the combing battle had become too exhausting and he and E have been going around looking like Dickensian waifs all summer.
He opted to keep one lock in a Padawan braid on the side.
At first, E did not want his cut--we were just going to let it grow into a big, nasty snarl until right before school starts.
But a few hours after Z's cut, he decided he wanted one, too--even shorter--complete with Padawan braid.
Z's hair was long enough to donate (E's might be, too, depending on what organization we send it to), so it will hopefully go to good use.
The biggest irony of all is that, during the 24 hours since their cuts, they have combed and brushed--not to mention gelled, and styled--their hair more than in the whole last year.