Dash was with us when we took my Granny to get fitted for a wig during her fight with lung cancer. We explained the process to him and he asked if he could donate his hair one day. That was a couple of months ago, since then he occasionally talked about it but never said he was ready. Last week (according to him-after falling off the monkey bars because his hair flew in his face), he decided it was time to cut it off. I let him pick out the hairstyle and then we got recommendations on a local stylist. Grace at Kaos was super fabulous with him. He went with a bit longer style then we were expecting, but ended up with *just* enough to donate.
He loves his new style….and I love not having to use detangler on him everyday.