Michael and I also gave him a haircut yesterday. Actually, Michael did the cutting, I did the restraining. We did the best we could, but we had to - he was getting so shaggy all over, an old man remarked to me in Kroger's on Friday: "He'll never have a bad hair day, because every day will be a bad hair day!" Actually he was referring specifically to the cowlick that often stands straight up at the back of his head (see latest baby photos here for evidence. But still, it was enough to force the issue.