How do you reward a kid who just tackled his first bout with poison ivy with steroids and remained angelic throughout Auntie's full mass wedding? You shave his head.
Now he looks like the Last Air Bender or the Golden Child.
He wasn't happy. After Daddy shaved it off, I heard the little guy say, "Put it back!"
"Don't worry," I said, "it'll grow back."
"Tomorrow?" He asked.