Mizz gets shorn

We took the Mizz to one of those fancy pants hair cutterys for kids today and it was worth every penny ($17 to be exact). Strangely enough, it seems that he has developed an aversion to sharp objects being waved around his head and threatening his ears. So despite Dave and my efforts to "chat him up" about the merits of a neatly coiffed head, when it came down to it, I am glad he was restrained in a car that made beeps, had a wheel that turned, and faced a tv that had Elmo singing. Despite all of these distractions, Mizz tried to duck and cover a lot, but there was no screaming or crying or blood, so I consider it a raging success.

Here's the result: