Tonight was haircut night. Graham hates haircuts. No: I mean Graham REALLY HATES haircuts. But, as you can see from the picture below, the little man was getting pretty shaggy.
So tonight daddy thought he'd give it a go. Graham was pleading, "No scissors!" so I thought I'd try the electric clippers. Amazingly enough, after a few protestations, he went for it. We had a movie on for him to watch, and he actually cooperated, more or less. And, I'm happy to report, the finished product is in full compliance with Air Force Dress and Grooming Standards. Now if we could just get him potty trained.
"Hey, where'd all my hair go?"