It's been under debate for a while. To cut or not to cut. To cut means he will look like a little boy and lose some of his baby. Not to cut means he will be borderline hillbilly.
I finally decided to do it. His bed head was becoming out of control. He was looking alot scruffy, a little redneck and at times was sporting a rattail/almost mullet. It was time to cut.
And so we did.
All set on daddy's lap
Not too sure about things.
Always keeping an eye on what was going on.
Sometimes not liking the hair in his face, but never cried.
Thought maybe we would taste the falling hair?
All handsome!!
And chicken McNuggets for his "attaboy!"
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