The "helmet" was making it's appearance again - and the bedhead was getting funnier and funnier, but he has refused to let me touch his hair lately, so it got a bit more out of control then usual - observe:
Mid cheeze-it - ha!
Eeeeh - whatcha doing ma?
Serious bedhead..and almost enough for a combover - OY
After about an hour of convincing and bribery with a lollipop and the movie Cars, he FINALLY let me snip away. *one of these days I gotta learn how to use those clipper things because the comb/scissors method is testing his patience and something tells me it's not going to last much longer*
There were a few times where he would get up and run around shouting "NO HAIR CUT!" - but I persisted and now he looks ready to carry a briefcase and attend a republican convention:
Kinda wish I had lips like that!
Everytime I cut his hair he just looks older to me...sob!
Especially when he wears our shoes...