Italy must have some kind of magical hair-growing additive in their water because all of us started following in Rapunzel's footsteps while we were there -- well, not Dan because he actually got several haircuts at the Italian barber shop.
This morning I confirmed my suspicions: I could in fact make a ponytail with Jackson's hair. There's only room for one ponytail in this house. Mine.
So, today Jackson got to wear a Winnie the Pooh cape, sit inside of a rocket ship, push buttons, and "drive" while Miss Elizabeth reduced his hippy-in-the-making locks to a more polished little-dude-on-the-rise coiffure. He was remarkably still for each snip of the scissors, only taking breaks from driving his rocket a few times to reach back to touch his hair and say "uh oh!"
