Holy Bowl Cut, Robin!

Let's first get it out there that I love, love, love Kiddle's shaggy surfer-boy hair. I hate to cut it because I always think he looks somewhat silly at first. He has gorgeous hair but it's so, so straight it shows every single snip of the scissors which means layering it is out of the question. And it also grows straight down into his eyes, so I can't push it over to the side when it gets longish. But ... it was in his eyes and if I just trim his bangs he'll end up with a mullet. And as entertaining as a mullet might be, I just can't go there. So, yes, I did it. I cut it last night.

So without further ado ... one freshly trimmed Kiddle. It turned out fine, if I do say so myself.

It'll grow, right?







And the title of this post? That's the not-nice comment I got from Mr. P when he saw Kiddle's hair. Grrr.