Grady has been in desperate need of a haircut but has refused to go. He hates when they spray water in his hair with the squirt bottle. Today he woke up and I didn't feel like I could take him out in public with the mop he had on his head. I bribed him with some ice cream and it worked.
Grady's hair has been so wild lately that I have nicknamed him the "cotton topped tamarin". Below is a pic of the little monkey. Can you see the resemblance?
Grady's brother from another mother.
His hair is curly so when I tried to tame his locks this is what happened.
No more flowing locks. I just wonder what his hair is going to look like in his rebellious teen years??
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