Hair Today... Gone..ummm...Today

Vyom's curly locks finally fell under the scissors yesterday. Mamma and Baba held out as long as they could. They loved the curly-wurly imp and would have liked to keep the look. They were capable of ignoring the looks on the streets and comments by the general public on his gender. They would have also been equally capable of dealing with the general sentiment in (parts of) the family about the inappropriateness of his long tresses. And were in any case tying up his hair in top-knots and pony-tails for school. But they had to secretly admit that the hair was getting into his eyes causing him to squint and being a general bother when left open. Tied up it didn't look half as good as it did when left open.
So, yesterday evening, Thamma, Baba, Mamma and Vyom went to the hairdressers. Baba went first, watched with great interest by Vyom. He was quite eager to get on the chair and have a go.

Vyom was great, did not cry, but he did move around a lot and had to be held in place to avoid accidents

The final effect had us all dazed. "where is my baby?" cried Mum-mum. "Who is this big boy?", asked Baba. Vyom was unfazed by all the fuss and after telling mum-mum rather perfunctorily that the curly-wurly Vyom has gone to "the Himalayas", he put all his energies into the promised post-hair-cut treat - PIZZA!!!