My agent rang today. At noon tomorrow, LD and I have an audition for a commercial. A Mumma and Son audition. Sweet.
There are any number of factors that could prevent us from getting the gig. Most of it totally out of our control. That's fine. If we're meant to get it, we'll get it.
However, I would like to remove one possible roadblock.
I need to make sure my son looks like my son. And not my daughter.
So tomorrow morning, we cut the hair.
Not boy short but MUCH shorter than it currently is. The picture up top is the look I'm going for. The boy, not the bear. You crazy fools!
Wish us luck.