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On Sunday morning, Henry and I indulged in a spot of firefighter training. Numerous books before bedtime and Fireman Sam hard-hitting documentaries have enthused the lad about the notion of suiting up, getting the hoses out, and rescuing fair maidens, kittens and wealthy benefactors orphans.

That said, our precise drills revealed one problematic area that needed immediate attention: HAIR.

The hair presented a fire hazard. The hair limited his vision. The hair was entirely unfirefighterlike.

So we booked the cut.

The hair was cut this evening.

I shall post the photos tomorrow. Consider this one the "before" shot.
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Elaine Yim said…
He is cute. As a kid, my fireman hero was Randolf Mantooth of Rescue 51 TV show.
4 August 2009 at 21:44
Frank said…
Your young man sees to be into a favorite of every boy growing up, all over the world, firefighting. Fire hats, trucks, hoses, axes, sirens. It's a exciting adventure. (Longish hair or not.)
I really like your shot of Seven Mile beach. Your part of the world is fascinating and beautiful.

Thank you for visiting Tampa Daily Photo; I appreciate your nice comment.
5 August 2009 at 00:18
yamini said…
:-( sniff... sniff...

So finally the hair is gone, i feel so bad, why couldnt he use clips instead?

The picture is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! A big bear hug and a kiss for Henry.
5 August 2009 at 01:47
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Oh dear! I love the long lovely locks (and all the pictures of your kids).
5 August 2009 at 02:14
Roddy said…
I notice Henry is holding a stick that may carry a placard extolling the virtues of long hair.
5 August 2009 at 04:53
Mo said…
Hope there were lots of bandages in the medecine cabinet
5 August 2009 at 07:02
Kris McCracken said…
Autumn Belle, I will admit that I never really wanted to be a firefighter. It was too dangerous. I wanted to be the heavyweight champion of the world. Something safe like that.
5 August 2009 at 11:34
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, he looks less like a long hair hippie now.
5 August 2009 at 11:35
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, brace yourself, I will be putting up one of the new look Henry soon...
5 August 2009 at 11:35
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, Ez is the long haired one now!
5 August 2009 at 11:35
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was a "kill the whales" sign.

He hates whales.
5 August 2009 at 11:36
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, no splinters even!
5 August 2009 at 11:36
Roddy said…
Sharks and jellyfish? Is there something wrong with the child? He is supposed to love whales. And don't forget all the other fishies in the sea.
5 August 2009 at 21:36
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