Alvis and the Beard

We haven’t gotten Simon a haircut in quite  a while. It’s on the to do list. 

Today he came out of the bathroom smoothing one of his growing sideburns and asked me if he looked like Alvis. Then turned his head to show me the other and said, Look mom, here do I look like Alvis here? I told him a little bit, he did. Then told him it was Elvis, not Alvis. Like Elephant, not Alligator. He disagreed. No Mom, it’s Alvis. And you should have named me Alvis.

Later that evening he was getting concerned about the length of these sideburns of his. “Mom by the time I’m 8 these are going to grow all the way down and I’ll have a beard!”

I explained that beards don’t come from sideburns, they come from hair that starts to grow out of the skin on your face. He was completely horrified. “Do ALL men grow beards and mustaches, Mom?” “Oh, no. I hope I don’t grow any.”

Well my dear son, you just might get your wish. Much to the dismay of your father, the genes are in your favour.