Mother Goose (gets plucked)

Connor had some gorgeous blonde curls.
Alas, strangers mistook them for girl's.
He might look cute with a little pink bow,
but with football and mud, it just wouldn't go.
So off to the barber we swiftly did flee,
to make a Man in his waning days of three.

"Not too short, please longer than most," I nervously said as I stood at my post, off to the side. Just along for the ride.

The scissors did not belong to me.

"I can deal with this," I thought, as the curls were lopped off and gently dropped to the ground.

Somewhere, under all the hair, a little boy was found.

I agreed it was fab, and we settled the tab.

But still, I can not deny, in the back of my mind,

an uneasy "Meh" you could find.

This was not the vision I had.

But it all turned out well,

when I brandished the gel, and pounced on my little guy.

He protested a bit, but he did then admit,

that now he looks pretty fly.

I love you Connor, quit growing up so fast.