He knew the day would eventually come.

Believe it or not, I was (mostly) always for a haircut, but Scott kept pushing it off.  His attempt to convince me that Jack was not growing a mullet never worked.  That hair was beginning to do things that I just couldn't control!  In fact, I hardly even recognized him most mornings.  A night of tossing and turning typically resulted in a height growth of what seemed like 10 inches.

Well, one day Jack was roaming around the house and walked straight into the wall.  Poor dad was convinced it was the hair's fault, so off it had to come.  Hah!  Go figure.

Yes.  This kid has eyes.