We took Jonny to get a haircut yesterday and he was not impressed. He did just fine until the clippers came out. He looked around frantically as the stylist cut his precious little baby locks with those loud noisy trimmers. He reached for mommy and daddy and when we wouldn’t pick him up or stop the buzzing sound around his ears, he finally broke down and cried.

I did take video footage of it, but it rips my poor heart out every time I watch it so I will spare you the heartache.

Gone is our little baby, replaced by a little boy with a “little boy haircut” and bleach blonde hair.