Saturday I spent a few hours with my ex. Not the most fun way to spend a few hours on a Saturday, but I had promised him I wouldn't get Jack's first haircut without him.
We had to wait forever for our turn. Trying to keep a two year entertained and out of everything is not an easy task. When it was finally our turn Jack was happy to get into the cool seat. The excitement was short lived.
He HATED the clippers! I think they scared him. We felt so badly for him that we said it looked fine even though she wasn't completely finished. He's a boy, so his hair doesn't have to look perfect.
He looks like such a big boy with his curls gone. It makes me a little sad to see him look so much like a big boy. It had to be done at some point, right? I just hope those curls grow back.