1.) His long hair got in his eyes while he was running. Sweat and hair in the eyes = no good.
2.) He wants to give a more professional impression.
3.) When his grandpa saw him on Sunday, he said to him, "James, I'm going to tell you what I told my son many years ago: You look awful."
So, it was decided. Time for a hair cut. James's wonderful cousin Stephanie was kind enough to come over to our house and teach me how to do a basic hair cut so that hopefully I can keep James's beastly mane in check during the year, since the man hates to go to the barber. Anyway, here are some pictures of the event:
James's hair was longer than mine for almost a week!
Pretty long, eh? I actually liked it, but he was ready to be done with it. So, here's the chopping:
Stephanie hacking off the longer parts so we could get to it with the clippers.
And here's me, doing my best to remember what Stephanie taught me.
All the crazy hair clippings.
And here's the after. Not the best pictures, but you get the idea.
Almost a real smile.