Do you recognize this boy?
I barely do. This is what happens when I ask Mike to come with me when I take the kids for haircuts.
The stylist felt sorry for me. She tried to compromise. I think she thought Mike was cute, as this was her definition of compromise ("I'll keep it a bit long on the top and back!"):
I'm slowly but surely getting used to it. But sometimes I still feel like this:
Ah, boy hair.
Its official, he’s a little boy now. Maybe he’d crying because he needs a brother/sister 😉
The shot from the back looks like Tony when he was that age!
He looks so grown up! 🙂 very handsome!