I was wrapping gifts with my family this week which my sisters took as a perfect opportunity to stage an intervention. See, Lincoln cut his hair while we were on holiday in Mexico (and then again the day we returned home, and at least once more since then....) and I have been trying to make like it never happened with the old man comb over.
They wanted to let me know it wasn't working. Really? It's that obvious??
In the end, Ron had his way with him and buzzed it all off. I almost cried. A tad dramatic, I know.
He's still my baby, hair or no hair.
