First haircut . . . er . . I mean head shave

I get that I needed a haircut. It was getting a bit long and daggy, but seriously, Mommy?

The clippers?

A number 3?

I know I'm the second kid and everything, but wasn't that a bit harsh?

You told everyone that you decided to go with the clippers so it would be really quick, and then I wouldn't need a haircut for a good while. But did you not consider how such a drastic change in appearance would affect my newly forming sense of self? I hardly know who the (handsome) baby in the mirror is.

And in case anyone is wondering, I was a brave little boy. First, I watched Elliot as he got his tresses trimmed. Gosh, that kid loves to be pampered. Nevertheless, he was a great role model, and when it was my turn, I did my best to be just as good as my big brother Elliot.

So next time, Mom, since I proved to be so calm and brave, do you think we could go for a look a little less neo-Nazi? ~ Oliver