This was meant to be a wordless Wednesday post, but Wednesday seems to have disappeared. Hmmm, wonder where it went. Any way.
The before :
Note the beautiful golden curls at the back of his little head.
The during picture:
Note the look of utter betrayal on my little boy's face. The horror, the horror.
Note the distinct lack of beautiful curls at the back of previously mentioned adorable head. And the fiendish look of tyranny on that little face as he beams at the battle axe. If my boy turns to a life of violence, I'm blaming it all on this haircut. It was the turning point. (what, not everyone buys their 1 year old a foam battle axe? who are you people?)
Yes, PB, this whole post was my parting shot across the bow of the HMS Guilt. I will now let it go. mostly...