Reference for this fiction short is "Carried Away" in which Ben at 4
cuts off all his curly hair in order to be like the other children he
knows.

Rated G
No Pairings

Usual Disclaimers apply.  

I have two frames of reference for these stories.  When my nieces, S
and K, were very little.  S woke up one morning and had no bangs.  They
were clipped right down to her skin.  Now S said she didn't do it.  And
Kim allows to this day that she was "aweep and saw nothing".  Translate
aweep as asleep.  The whole thing was hysterically funny.  

My other frame of reference is my daughter.  When she was five, we were
uffering under a really hot spell of weather.  She kept asking for her
hair to be cut.  We braided it or put in a pony tail and that seemed
to help.  One morning she came out of her room and had no bangs.  She
had been really hot during the night, got up and grabbed a pair of scissors
from her craft box and hacked off her bangs.  No I didn't take pictures,
but I did have to spend about a half hour cutting her hair to make the
wispy hair at the front look ok.  We managed. 

TYK  for your time in reading this.
Lys

Since that fateful day when 4-year-old Ben Fraser had cut off all his
hair, he had climbed out of bed every morning to run and look in his
mother's mirror.  

For the first week, nothing changed.  His hair stood about an 1/8 of
an inch long all over his head, shorter in some places.  His little legs
would climb up on the chair and survey his mirror image severely.  And
each day, when there was no change, he would sigh and climb back down
off the chair. 

His mother, Caroline Fraser, watched him complete his survey of his hair
every day.  However, she said not a word to him about his hair.  She
did, however, make him brush the short hair on his head every day.  

During the second week, Ben ran just as quickly every morning to the
mirror and climbed up for a look. By now it seemed to be growing or at
least the spaces that were almost bald were growing with dark hair. Each
day Ben got down off the chair with a disappointed look on his face.

In the third week, his hair seemed to stop growing, but Ben still made
that trip every morning to his mother's mirror.  His mother was surprised
that Ben kept up the daily visits to the mirror.  She knew he was plainly
disappointed with the growth of his hair.  

One evening during the middle of the fourth week, in which Ben still
got up every morning and ran to the mirror while Caroline was washing
her son's hair, she noticed that his hair was growing in even curlier
than before.  She sighed to herself.  Poor Ben, she thought as she scrubbed
his little head.  She put him to bed knowing that in the morning he would
see the curls growing back. 

Ben rose and stretched and threw his covers back.  Surely today he would
see how his hair was growing back.  He slipped from his little bed and
ran for the chair by his mother's mirror.  He squared his little shoulders,
took a deep breath and climbed up on the chair to look in the mirror.

It was now perfectly obvious and plain to see that his hair, which had
been curly before and soft and fine, was now curly and thick and heavy.
His shoulders slumped and he dropped down to sit on the chair.  Tears
were in his eyes.  

Caroline watched as she had every morning during the preceding weeks.
She went to her son and gave him a hug.  "Sometimes," she whispered in
his ear.  "Sometimes, one has to be careful what one wishes for. Sometimes
what we want isn't better than what we already have, but it's ok to keep
wishing son."  She smiled and gave him a kiss.

The door banged open and Bob Fraser carried a new load of firewood into
the kitchen.  One look at his son's head with it's new growth of hair
and he smiled and as he ran one of his hands through his own dark, curly
hair.  "Now that's more like it, a Fraser head of hair."  

Ben and his mother exchanged smiles and laughed.