Having declared days as Cookstove day... and Pajama day and such... Whittaker spent an unusual amount of time in the bathroom one morning and emerged declaring it...
Whittaker got the notion to grow his hair out. Not sure why but he insisted that he didn't want to cut it until his birthday... It was January.. His birthday was 8 months away! At 11 pm the night before his birthday he remembered and asked to have it cut.
I'm a pushover and concerned that if I waited until the next morning he might change his mind or the day would get away from us and it wouldn't happen, so at almost midnight Sarah snipped away.
He was pleased with the results and went straight to sleep.