Akiva has a new look. I never thought he’d do this. I can easily divide the world into two types of people: those who think I should be glad (or, heaven forbid, that it was my idea) and the few people who get me and know I sighed just a tiny bit as I let my boy make his own choice.
Here’s my grown-up boy. Age 5.
In case you’re wondering, those splotches on his face are not some dread disease, but rather evidence of the mud puddle in which he and Gideon were playing when I snapped this picture.
While we’re on the topic of hair, herewith a sneak preview of Gideon with a goatee, courtesy of the same mud puddle.