Shaggy

So, my mop was getting a little shaggy...not on top mind you, just on the sides and in the back. It was getting a little embarrassing to get up from a nap or out of my car seat and have the back of my hair look like a rats nest. Dad was the brave man who decided to take it upon himself to chop my mop. He got out his trusty hair cutting scissors, comb, and cape and went to work. I was not too fond of the cape...too restricting...but I'm not sure I loved the itchy hair all down my back after I ripped the cape off either. My pops cleaned me all up and now I am back to the handsome bachelor I was before. My only concern is that the hair on top of my head will never grow and I will be forever doomed to sport a mullet!