A close shave.

Well, we finally did it. He went for a hair cut. Not just a 'lets-remind-ourselves-of-what-your-eyes-look-like' trim, but a full-on, 'hair-more-appropriate-for-a-few-days-in-Spain'.
So here he is before the shocking deed. (I'll explain the transport later!)
That was taken last Friday. As you can see, flowing locks and very little face on display.
Then, on Tuesday, we decided we'd walk to pick him up from nursery, and on the way home, Anna suggested we pop into the hairdresser to see if they could fit him in for a 'quick' cut.
They could.
This is most of the way through the job. (Check out the very cool kiddie cape he gets to wear - he's actually quite a fan of having his hair cut, which is odd, given how infrequent it is!)
There was a lot of hair that came off...
This is the finished article.
Looks very different indeed! But more suited to a few days in Spain. Needless to say, everyone has commented on it. Nursery this morning was a round of, 'oh, who's the new boy?' comments. Of course, the comments will carry on into the new term, because no doubt everyone will have something to say about it!