Time For a Haircut

The time had come.  El Senorito needed a haircut.  He somehow developed this strange, pillowy hair condition, where is stood straight up all the time.

In all fairness, it was a good look for him, but it was starting to hang over his ears and drive him a little crazy.  Time to stop by our friendly neighborhood barber, Alicia.

El Señor took it like a champ.  Although he was definitely a bit weirded out by the whole thing (as evidenced in the thousand-yard stare in the photo on the right), he didn't cry one bit.  Good work, little man.