My hubby sent this pic to me and it brought me to gushing, sobbing tears.

See that child sitting removed in the far corner from the other kids? That’s my Vman, who has decided to not participate in gymnastics (which he loves for the proprioceptive outlet) because the instructor has long hair that gets in the instructor’s eyes. Yep. My kid is so freaked out by the thought of having hair in his own eyes that he can’t stand seeing someone else with shaggy hair. Continue Reading →