From Toddler To Teenager With A Snip Of The Scissors

Oh, Jack. You did not enjoy your 3rd Haircut.

I am so sorry we had to put you through it, but as you can see my darling boy, you were in desparate need of a trim. (And you really didn't seem to mind your first two trims!)

Now, you are an absolutely gorgeous child - there's no denying that -but Mommy was worried that people were going to start talking about the Ragamuffin-ness of your hair. And we just don't want that, do we? Of course not! So, even though you were very unhappy with the whole situation, I hope that one day you will understand why Mommy just HAD to let Miss Eve and her scissors work their magic on you! (And her electric razor, too.)

You gave Miss Eve (and Mommy, too) quite a struggle, but in the end everything turned out fine. Better than fine, actually. I didn't know we could improve upon perfection, but I do believe you are now cuter than ever.

After the traumatic ordeal was over, Grandma and I took you to lunch at Panera where you ate a bowl of Potato Soup and flirted with every cute girl in the place. It quickly became apparent that, despite your earlier protests, you were rather enjoying your sleek and shiny Big Boy Haircut.

You were so happy and confident with your cute self that you literally STRUTTED back to the car after lunch.

And no, you still aren't allowed to date until you're 30-something, I don't care how adorable, precious, handsome, too-cute-for-words, all grown up you look. Or how much the ladies love you. So, don't even ask me.