Mr. Brady has not had a haircut in quite some time. I refuse to take him because he threw a massive fit last time and has developed this fear of getting his haircut. Pick your battles I always say. Randy and I tried to cut it and that was even more of a disaster. So...his hair is really getting ridiculous as you can imagine. I spiked it up the other day for a change and it was actually very cute.
I had to say "Brady, Dont Smile" to make him grin from ear to ear like that!
Girls fear them, mothers adore them, and fathers mold them. Their mighty dreams are often shaped while sitting on the riverbank waiting to catch a whopper. They can capture your heart with the wink of an eye and confound you with a rip in their jeans. They are young men waiting to happen...