At 19 months old, we finally cut his long, flowing locks. I have never been know to possess any sort of skill with scissors, so I left it up to Pitt while I took pictures. He hated it. We tried candy and distraction but nothing worked. After Pitt gave up, Emmett was left with a girly-looking bob. So we were off to Cookie Cutters! He was suspicious the minute we walked in to that place. He fought and screamed! 10 noisy minutes later we were skipping down the sidewalk with a balloon, sucker, and a brand-new do. He looks SO cute! But don’t take my word for it.