When I was a kid, my family would say it was time for “The Shaggy Dog Story” whenever my brother or father needed a haircut. I don’t know how that saying originated, but someone said it and it stuck. I suppose it was based on the Disney movie of the same name, though we never watched it as a family. But that’s how we knew it was time for a trim.
Warren’s hair was out of control. It was beyond the surfer look and straight into hippie. It was time for the “Shaggy Dog Story,” for sure. I love his hair long, but this was excessive. On Sunday evening, Colin took the clippers (or buzzers as my brother always called them) to his locks.
He went from this:
in about 20 minutes.
He looks like a different kid! A younger one, too. He was looking much too much like a teenager, which I’m definitely not ready to handle. We’ve got years ahead before that! Plus, I love that I can see his whole face again.
Long hair or short, he’s still got those dimples and sparkling blue eyes.