Lately, The Youngest has decided to not cut his hair. At. All. he's 8, in second grade, and that's fine with me.
He was getting lots of flak from parents around when he said, "I am going to grow it to my ankles, because I want to look like a hippy." He's learned a new tactic that shuts them all up though. After his hippy desires are known, and the additional commentary, he says, "Once it gets to my ankles, I'm going to cut it all off and donate it to make wigs for people with cancer."
Man, I love that kid!