Is it even the same little dude?

I took one David Cassidy-looking baby in for his first professional haircut on Wednesday. Observe his elongated shapeless flyaway hippie coif:



He was mistaken once for a girl on the playground. Also, when wet, his hair in the back lay below his shoulders.

I left the shop with this dapper gentleman:


If he hadn't sat on my lap, silently and patiently observing throughout the whole thing, I'm not sure I would have recognized him.