Don't Cry, It's Only a Mullet

You may have noticed that Big has been sporting a sweet mullet.  Rophone and I have really enjoyed watching it grow, especially recently, as it has begun to look like bad hair extensions (you know what I'm talking about--we've all seen an actor with them in some movie or other).  

A new kids haircutting place just opened up in town this week, so we decided maybe it was time for the mullet to go.  As you can see from the pictures, Big didn't enjoy it too much:

Imploring Rophone to save him from the torture:

I couldn't resist this shot of his cute feet sticking out of the bottom of the car (I was going to say cute little feet, but that just wouldn't be true):

Thank goodness Bud doesn't cry and scream anymore. Now he just looks bored:

Big wasn't feeling up to posing for a last shot of the finished cut, so I'll have to post one later (as you know I will).  Plus, he looked a little too much like a retired business executive with the way it was combed.  I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my "Mother's Day".