Shornboy

After looking too much like Sideshow Bob the last few weeks, we decided it was time Saturday to get rid of the willo-the-wisps that were falling over Ryan's ears, tickling his eyebrows, forming a mullet.
The old wive's tale is that haircuts are traumatic experiences for little humans and sometimes their mothers, but Ryan was more curious and wiggly, yet comfy in the confident lap of his mother. Plus George, the Foulds Family Follicle Formation Fella, never busted out the automaton buzzcutting weed whacker shears, even though those tickle and feel funny on the back of us gents' necks.

Small steps, perhaps. "Baby" steps, I think they're called.