My youngest son is 20 years old.... 20. Sometimes I forget that fact. I told Cody that he really needed to get a haircut today as he was looking quite bushy. He agreed and said that he would go as soon as he finished mowing the lawn. So...I start to get dressed without even thinking. I was planning to take him to get his haircut! Yeah, he's 20. I haven't been with him to get a haircut in years. I guess that sometimes being a mom takes you back to times when they actually needed you. I can't tell you the times I had to take my sons BACK to the person who cut their hair to do it over.
Between cow-licks, fine blond hair and a mother watching every snip, it's a wonder my children have any hair at all.