Mowing Down the Mohawk

James had a pretty awesome Mohawk that could easily be the envy of any aspiring punk rocker. At its best, it was close to 3 full inches. Straight up in the air. Water could not touch it. Gel could only define it. It became a guaranteed conversation starter with strangers in the grocery store. We put off trimming his hair because we were 1) Loving the hair. 2) Afraid James would think this was worse than a bath.  3) Really, we had no idea how to trim a little person's hair. Anyway, with encouragement from Emily, we strapped James down in his bumbo chair....and turns out he thought he was getting a head message! He LOVED it. So, sadly no more 3" Mohawks anymore.