Last month I took Brendan to get his hair cut. He's finally starting to enjoy it. Well, I don't know that "enjoy" is really the appropriate word, but he allowed a cape this time. That's a major step up.
Since we were there, I asked her to cut Owen's hair too. The poor child is nowhere near needing a real hair cut, but he had random pieces here and there that were longer than mine, I swear. Plus, he had this mop thing going on top. She evened it all out for him.
Nearly a month later, it looks almost exactly the same. Poor kid.
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