That hair. That gorgeous, thick, blond hair. It’s growing out of control. He has wings and it falls into his eyes, but I just can’t cut it. Dan keeps hinting and has even tried to make an appointment, but I’m just not ready yet. I don’t want to be ready yet.
I promise to not it let get ‘too’ out of control, but for now, his shaggy baby mop stays.
Auntie Lizzie - Dont cut it!!! It’s like his trademark 🙂