When John was a baby, he had these beautiful curls around his face.
Unfortunately, those curls made strangers assume he was a girl. Against my will, my husband and sister
forced convinced me that two years was too long to go without a haircut.
And the torture ensued...
John didn't think he needed a haircut either.
The curls are gone forever but I still love his hair best when it is all thick and shaggy. At most John gets a haircut 3-4 times a year.
But on our third day in New Hampshire, I found a tick hiding under John's hairline.
He got a haircut the next day!
He wasn't thrilled about it, but he was definitely more cooperative.
And really, he's lucky his head didn't get shaved!
Those ticks freak me out!