Say WHAT?

Friday night, I put Eliot to bed. I gave him plenty of hugs and kisses and books and then – lights out. So I was hanging around watching TV when I hear the pitter-patter of little feet down the stairs. That is not an uncommon experience in our house, but what followed has never before happened. Eliot said something that no parent ever wants to hear… completely nonchalantly, he sauntered around the corner and asked, “hey Mom, does my hair look shorter to you?”
I responded the only way I could, having been confronted with such information in that manner… nonchalantly.
“Yes, Eliot. Yes it does, in fact. That should look great in those school pictures next week.”
Consequently, all of the scissors have been rounded up into one place. Also, Eliot has been sufficiently embarrassed by having to explain to everyone that he did NOT get a haircut recently, but why it does, indeed, look shorter.