Went for ye olde firste haircut today. No tears! But such a wide range of emotions.

First, we feign enthusiasm.

But then we’re not so sure.

Oh, look. Dad has snacks.

Oh my God, she’s going to chop off my head. What’s happening?

Maybe this ain’t so bad.

On second thought, you’ll rue the day you made me get a haircut.

Making faces at Alex (the stylist…in case that wasn’t obvious)

Hey! We’re almost done. Maybe I’ll live!

Tada!