The battles to brush and comb Dylan's hair have been becoming more frequent. Also, his penchant for dropping fistfuls of sand into it while playing have left us waking up on top of gritty sheets some mornings after he climbs into our bed in the wee hours. So we decided to take it all off this morning.
We had to tag-team to get the clippers even close to Dylan's bobblehead.
It took several passes with successively smaller clipper guards.
Needless to say, Dylan hated the buzz of the clippers and the click of the scissors and struggled off and on the whole time, in between the few quiet moments we finagled by putting Caillou, Dora and Diego videos on my Nook Color or letting him play toddler puzzle games on my Android phone.
But check out the after picture! Who is that big kid?!
And you can really see the resemblance with J. now.
Dylan on the left, age 21 months. J. on the right, 35+ years ago at Disneyland. Genes are a funny thing.