Obviously I can't stick to a plan. Somehow we talked ourselves into cutting Jack's hair last night. As cute as it was, and it was always cutest after a bath, it was turning into a mullet. He looks so much different and older, and he didn't even have bed-head when he woke up this morning!
The haircut itself went okay. He did cry the whole time, but he talked his way through it. I kept telling him it was just a scary noise and it didn't hurt, I promise, and he kept saying the same things over and over. It was pretty cute.
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