take it or leave it

Tolliver is due for his first haircut.  Overdue, perhaps.

When we suggest a trip to the barber shop, his response is always the same, swift and steadfast.
No thank you, I'm not ready to take a haircut.

In the bathtub and at the pool, and on days that are really humid, his hair looks great.  It curls up into tight little ringlets and doesn't hang over his forehead into his eyes.
Other days, most days, it looks a mess, ratty and unkept.
Every day it reminds me of his sister.

I think we're going to leave it for awhile.