the Presidential, "Part" 2.

That is right. After many a post (like {this one here}) about my toddler son bearing a striking resemblance to a, well, GIRL, I caved, called in the troops (super mama Quinna), and first haircut ceremonies commenced. 

That is right. The George Washington/Thomas Jefferson ponytail was snipped. Or, as my brother refers to it, "THE PRESIDENTIAL".

Apparently this "hail to the chief" hairstyle not only stems from our forefathers, but also older brothers. (Remember August's first haircut post, "the Presidential"? Click {here} to be reminded..)

Quinna has been so gracious to give all three kiddos their first haircut. She came over and performed her magic, and I must say, I was a tad nervous. August was like a caged wildebeest for his first haircut. I fed that monkey child four packs of gummy snacks to keep him from going ballistic and stabbing someone with those barber shears. It twas a nightmare. (And for the record, I had to google "wildebeest" to make sure I spelled it correctly. Just choose a different word, you say. No. Wildebeest. That is the best descriptor here...)

Titus was the best customer out of the three:

He just sat there, contented, almost as if he were waiting on someone to also give him a quick shave and a shoe shine. Because this man is classy. Goldfish and all. 

The end result is a handsome gentleman of which our founding fathers would applaud:

Thank you, Quinna, for being so brave, not one, not two, but THREE TIMES:

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