Ahhh, The First Hair Cut. Truly a right of passage for any young toddler. Broderick did a wonderful job of sitting still and enduring the tickle of the clippers. He didn't even move when he had finally had enough and began to cry. (Hey, a 22-month old only has SO much patience for safari aprons and strange ladies touching his head...) The silent tears streamed down his face, the pouty lips quivered, but he never flinched. What a warrior. In the end he looked oh so dapper! We'll update you in two more years when he gets his second hair cut...Gotta love red-heads.