It was always going to heartbreaking to lose Dexter’s baby curls. I know the 80′s vibe isn’t conventional nowadays but I think mums are too quick to lop off baby boys hair. I loved walking into a soft play centre and seeing Dexter look different from the other little boys. I used to think to myself that he’s gorgeous, he’s scrummy, and he’s unique - best of all he’s mine. He was my little trendsetter.

But recently, with the hot weather, his hair was getting lank and sweaty. The curls were dropping out and looking scraggly. They still caught the light beautifully, but were beginning to look more Pat Sharp than Mr Bloom. It had got so bad that walking around in public he looked almost neglected.

They had to go.

So we’ve had the first haircut. Not the first ever one, but the first severe one. The one that has seen those beautiful curls consigned to the bin, and the one that means he looks just like all the other boys.

I’m gutted.

It was the right thing to do, and I know it’s so much more practical for the summer months. I also realise he looks smarter, maybe even a little older. It’ll be easier to style, easier to wash, and more comfortable for him when he’s playing outside in the sun. But it’s all very grown-up and he doesn’t look like my little boy anymore.

I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I’m sure I’ll love it in a few weeks, and maybe even have forgotten what it was ever like before. I know it’ll grow back too - maybe even better than before. But right now, I’m one sad mummy.