Why am I telling you that? Because it's probably similar to the conversation that will take place in all the neighbors' houses when they see this:
I really didn't mean to pass along my hair inconsistencies, but I don't actually know how to answer when the lady at Sports Cuts asks, "how do you want it cut?" Because I'm a girl and I don't know about clippers vs. scissors and I thought phrases such as "we like it a little longer", "we part it over here" and "just a good little boy cut" might do. Alas, they do not.
The upside? It will be approaching fall when he needs another cut. I guess I know how to get my money's worth out of that $8.95 coupon!
The picture below is two-fold; it captures the ill-fated 'do (which, by the way, surprised me anew when I went to get him from his nap since this morning he had hair and all) and also provides a nice comparison to this day last year, when Wyatt was photographed under the table next to the same chair. Hard to believe how big he's getting (even for a smallish guy). I really wanted the same picture, but guess who wouldn't quite cooperate? He's simply too busy getting used to the feel of wind on his scalp.