Oliver’s hair curls just the right amount, it falls just right, and it’s just too adorable for me to cut. I’ve done it before and may or may not have cried after.
So at this point in time, it stays long and blond and curly.
Even though people may or may not have started referring to Oliver as “she”.
Oliver came up to me at the park yesterday and said,
“That boy said I was a girl. But I’m a boy. I told him girls have ponytails, and I don’t have a ponytail!”
True dat Oliver.
The hair stays.