Dylan finally got his haircut today -- after I snapped this photo outside the Softbank store in Roppongi. (I think Brad P. looks hideous in that picture, and it's up all over town. Lose the 'stache, dude.)
Conor continues to refuse to have his hair cut. He argues that if I can grow mine long, why can't he? I have no clever comeback for that one, other than to explain that I do actually get mine trimmed from time to time, so it doesn't "look so messy." He remains unconvinced. He suggests that I give him some product to use in the morning, to help him style it. That should be interesting...
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