I begrudgingly, and yet spontaneously agreed, to allow Nolan his first haircut. Tim had been pushing for this to happen for a long time now, but I preferred his shaggy look. Our intentions were to simply run into the grocery store to pick up dinner, when Tim suggested that we pop into the barbershop next door “just to check it out”. At that point we were sucked in and there was no backing out. It all happened so quickly; they put Nolan in a booster, turned on some cartoons, and started buzzing away. And so started the waterworks. Nolan was traumatized, as was I…especially when the barber proceeded to put butch wax in his hair and gave him a side part. This will never happen again.