Today, while picking up and cleaning off the various surfaces in the house before dinner, my little middle says, "What in the world is this?!?" He holds up a plastic zippered baggie containing the blonde locks from the baby's first haircut. That big event had happened last night.
"Mom, why???" The little middle is aghast at the idea of this keepsake. I take the baggie from him and put it with the little pile that goes to the basement.
I explain that I have a lock of each boy's hair from the first cut. They are in the boys' baby books. "I have your little blonde curls too," I smile at him.
"What?!? That's so weird, Mom...And kind of creepy," grimacing, he's having none of it.
My seven year old is convinced that I'm a lunatic for keeping their first curls. I am operating on the idea that moms keep these moments in pictures and DNA in envelopes. Am I that weird?