It was time. His bangs were falling in his eyes and well, frankly, there was a mullet situation. We put it off for weeks longer than we probably should have, afraid a cut would make him look less of a baby, more boy. Today was the day.
He sat like such a little man in the chair and was all smiles as the cut began.
He played with a few little toys as distraction. And, per usual, he flirted.
Until it didn't. And we had crying not even the magic "Music, Music, Music" Elmo episode played on Baba's phone could quell.