With the exception of a small mullet trim (called by Rob “a hackjob”) that mommy gave Reeve when he was about 18 months old, Reeve has never had a haircut. Until today. We took him to the pros to have it done right, and they had the set-up: the seat shaped like a car, games, toys, a movie for him to watch (we chose “Finding Nemo”), and the fastest hairdresser this side of the Mississippi. The curls are now sadly gone, but at least there’s some style to this ‘do. Plus he got a lollipop, a certificate for his first haircut, and a sticker. Good times.