My little man’s curls were starting to get a little out of control and it was suggested by some *cough* Nana and Papa *cough* that maybe it was time for his first haircut. I put it off as long as I could but reluctantly decided it was time when his hair was in his face during swimming lessons. Now before you look at these photos and think this is a child under complete torture allow me to explain the glazed donut. This is what we call Sutton when he’s in a new situation or meeting new people, he turns into a glazed donut until he warms up. In this case the glazed donut was who got his haircut, so although he looks like he’s about to burst out crying I swear he’s not.
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