It was time. Although the curls were gorgeous, his hair was getting too long and poofy. And we were kind of getting tired of people calling him "she."
I don't really know what I'm doing when it comes to cutting hair with scissors so I just wung it. Winged it?
Anyway, after a few screams and a few minutes I gained some confidence while I completed the task. And now he looks like a different little boy.
I miss the ringlets, though.