Big Boy Hair

I spontaneously decided to take Becks for a haircut at the barber on Tuesday. He was enthusiastic about it until the lady brought out the clippers- then the tears started to fall. It was kind of comical this time, though. There were plenty of tears, but no screaming and thrashing. And when the train passed by on the tracks across the street, even the tears stopped and he carried on a conversation all about trains with the very patient barber. Doesn't he look so handsome with his professional cut?