There's not many reasons I look forward to summer but this is one of the few things I love about summer, Tucker's buzzed head. The rule is after Easter the hair is gone. It's funny, Grandpa Sam beggs to buzz his head and last year he did but I couldn't wait, the hair had to go so I could rub his little head. Tucker wanted to do it all himself so he got the clippers first.
For whatever reason Tuck hates haircuts, he screams when the hair falls on his shoulders and we usually end up pinning him down so we can finish what we started.