The Hair Fairy left her box at the front door and a letter promising a McDonald's Sundae if he filled the box with his hair. He was stoked as long as the "hair fairy just uses the clippers, no scissors mummy". Straight away we went looking for a new hair fairy at the local shops. We found the prettiest Hair Fairy with long wavy blonder hair (who payed along like a dream). Reilly sat on the seat proudly, got his hair cut with the clippers, then the scissors (no tears), thanked the Hair Fairy, gave her a big hug and told her he would be back again soon. We sent a picture to the letter writing Hair Fairy of the new hair cut and went and got the sundae which was "soooo delicious mummy". So here's cheers to the Hair Fairy.
All of a sudden my boy grew up in front of me. I liked the longer locks better, way cuter, but I am soooo proud of him. Now if only we could have a poo fairy to help get the poo's in the toilet.....