the haircut

No, not me. HA. Little man. He gets one haircut a year, around early summer, and goes from shaggy wild hippy boy to prim and proper in one foul swoop. This year we had to bribe him with a long coveted Playmobile catapault that really lauches rocks and whatnot around the house. Fun times.

Here are some photos of the somewhat traumatic experience: (posted especially for grandmas and aunties)

notice the look of enthusiasm. he looks like he is about to vomit.

that is a lot of hair dude.

a little boy emerges!

umm, dad, can we get the catapault now??

such pretty eyes!