Paul's cowlick is unbelievable. It's not on the top of his head or even remotely close. It's on the back, smack in the middle. The stylist was under the impression that if she left the cowlicked parts a bit longer, we could comb it forward. But no. 
Rachel calls it the "faux-hawk." Not quite a mohawk.
I couldn't take it anymore. So I hauled him out of his clothes and onto the bathroom sink. Where I then proceeded to take the clippers to that mop of a cowlick.
Of course, Dad stepped in because who knows better about shorn heads?
It's always important to have one good strangling photo. More proof for DHS when they come to haul my kids away (when? today? can I take a nap then?).
Finished product. I wish I had a digital photo of Andy when I did this to him around this age. Definitely brothers.
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