First Cut

They say the first cut is the deepest. And for Jonas' first haircut yesterday, it must have felt pretty deep. Let's just say our mullet-haired little friend didn't take kindly to his first haircut experience, at least at first. It's not that we didn't try hard. In fact, Mom found about the coolest place you could go to get your hair cut if you're a car-obsessed little boy. It was a place called Jack and Jill—a "salon" for kids—that set Jonas up not in a barber's chair, but in this...

...but Jonas, who doesn't particularly like his face messed with to begin with, is no dummy. Once a human being started touching his hair, well, you can practically hear in those clenched fists and furrowed brows what this must have sounded like...

...unfortunately it didn't get too much better as Jonas' wispy locks came crashing to the floor...

...eventually, Mom went to the Jonas playbook and pulled out a truck for him to play with (as if the jeep he was sitting in wasn't enough)...

...that seemed to calm him down for a bit...

...and soon he even had enough courage to take a look at what was going on through the mirror...

...eventually, the whole thing came to an end...

...and we even managed to get a little smile out of him...

...the end result? His hair went from this in the morning...

...to this in the afternoon...

...one haircut down. Many, many more to come.