First Haircut

Pre-haircut.
The frat boy shag was getting a little too long. Seriously. When wet, his bangs would go past his nose. I made him an appointment with Liz, my hair stylist.

Umm, the haircut hasn't even started yet and the lip starts to quiver!
As you can see, I am doing my best to distract him. For some reason, he HATED the smock.

Liz: "Okay, Jay, I'm just going to give you a little haircut.
Jay: "Uh, what you talkin' bout, Willis?"

And 6 oz. later, he was all trimmed up and looking like a big boy!