I was afraid to get his hair cut because I didn't want his little curls to go away so I just cut the bangs hanging in his eyes. Then someone mentioned "his cute little mullet" and that was the straw that broke the mother's back. I took him to the hair cuttery while Grandpa is visiting. Sitting in the little car went a long way and the barber was fast and efficient. She was used to getting her photo taken and said often times she has the whole extended family circling and taking photos like paparazzi. She did a wonderful job, the curls are still there and Jack looks less like a chubby toddling baby and more like a tall scrappy boy.