wait, WHAT?!?

We were both fed up with the fair skin/fine hair/sunscreen dilemma, and it's just been so damn hot lately. He wakes up from his naps with this matted, sweaty mess on his head.
Soooo....

It seems like just days ago that the thought of cutting his hair brought tears to my eyes. So did getting out of bed in the morning, but this isn't another nod to the miracles of anti-depressants. Or coffee.
Also, please note the impressive bruise on his forehead. He took a swan dive off of the sofa onto our fantastically dangerous coffee table. I should have known better than to try to have furniture and a toddler.