Ezra decided he needed a haircut.
So Ezra decided to find some scissors. And did...this.
The childhood self-haircut rite of passage.
He even went over it with the thinning shears.
So the front was at least easily correctable with a short enough cut, but he also decided to take care of some random bedhead/cowlick things he had going on elsewhere. He cut them straight off at the root. We didn't know about that part until the barber finished up and noticed that...oh. Your kid has a couple bald spots now, sorry.
But wait. Some of that hair looks kind of...blond?
And that face looks suspiciously up to no good?
So Ike also decided to cut off a random patch of his hair, right off the top of his head, where it is currently sticking straight up and out, Little Rascals style. I thought maybe this was a sign that Ike finally wanted a shorter haircut, but nope. Nope nope nope. He just did it because Ezra did it. I coaxed him into the barber's chair for a very tiny trim that didn't really help camouflage the hacked-off portion at all, but at least his bangs are more or less straight. He was pleased with the results, however, and later stopped to admire his reflection in a window as a breeze blew his still-acceptably-long hair around.
"I look so handsome right now," he observed.
Well, it's a look, I guess.