My firstborn son was beginning to develop the John the Baptist look.
My parents-in-law gave me a very nice haircutting kit, complete with electric shaver, all kinds of combs, scissors, and those nifty hair clamps.
The first haircut I attempted was horrible. You should have seen the hairstylist laugh at me when I took Alex for a haircut later. I swore that I wouldn't touch his hair again.
But he was getting so shaggy. My sister-in-law cuts her boys' hair, and she just gives them a buzz cut, what my brother used to call a Butch.
So I handed the shaving kit to Ryan and said, "Whack it off."
It wound up being a joint effort. Alex had about a metric ton of hair on his little head. We cut and cut and cut.
And having all that hair off instantly sent him into the heights of hyperactivity. He ran around like a lunatic for the rest of the day. It must have felt really good.