This weekend, I cut Charlie's hair. Yes, I lopped his gorgeous curls off into a pile on the patio floor.
And I butchered his 'do. Butchered. It's probably the worst haircut he'll ever have.
Thankfully, it's just hair and it'll grow back. But next time, I'm spending the dough & taking him to a proper salon.
NOTE: The goose egg on his head is from a little accident he had at Katie's sprinkle on Saturday. 1 push cart + 1 unexpected lip in the concrete = another injury.