I have always loved little boys with short, short hair cuts. There is something so satisfying about rubbing my hand on their bald little heads.
So today, we brought Baba into the local chain hair cutting place and said, "Shave 'em!" A enormous battle ensued, but the clippers won.
And now, "Hair gone!" And Baba has been rubbing his bald little head all day.
Zippy and I have been calling him: Baldy Ole Boy, Uncle Fester, Cue ball, Cancer Patient, etc and trying to adjust to our baby, who was born with massive amounts of dark brown hair, being bald.