Our youngest boy, Kipling, had long golden hair that hadn’t been cut since birth. Here is he (in blue) and his brother having a crepe as our trip begins.
So as a surpise to my wife I decided one morning to get him a haircut while she was out shopping. I’m not sure, is that a happy look?
Switch to a new hairdresser who’d had some experience with this crazy farang hair.
I wish I had a picture of him coming around the corner to our hotel room with my wife sitting on the porch. It took her a good 5 seconds to recognize him.