Shaggy no longer.
Having been thoroughly convinced that haircuts do not actually hurt. And bribed with the aforementioned milkshake and fries (not shown: the hardbound Yo Gabba Gabba art book I was suckered into buying at Bergen St Comics), Harold was convinced to make a trip to the local hair cuttery. When asked if daddy should get his hair cut with him, I was told emphatically: “no! you have no hair!”