We didn't mean to give up on Jack's hair.
We were just sort of out of ideas.
You see, Jack didn't really have any hair until he was close to 2 years old. When he did start to grow some lovely locks, they defied our best attempts at styling.
We would let it grow. We would comb it to the side. Nanoseconds later, all the hair had come to a neat little point on Jack's forehead.
We tried pomade. I am inept with pomade.
We cut it short. That was OK. But not, like, amazing. Like Jack is. It just wasn't the hair he deserved.
Here is a summary of our hair challenges from the past 2 years.
We had taken him to the place where you sit in a car and get your hair cut. We didn't really like that place. It was expensive and it smelled weird.
We took him to the cheap place. You get what you pay for.
We took him to the "not as cheap also sports themed" place. They're sort of (really) rude there.
Sooooo, for lack of a better idea, Durel took Jack to the barber where he goes. It's a retro hipster man barber. You know.
Jack now has the hair he deserves. We were saved by our hipster barber, suspenders and all.
Hope you feel ridiculously good looking today.