You know it's time to cut your son's hair when his big sister starts treating him like her own personal Barbie doll. After this happens, you just can't avoid it any longer, even if the thought of getting rid of all of those baby fine locks just kills you.
There is no mistaking him for a girl now. He thinks that he is one cool dude with his hair cut and flat out refuses to take his sunglasses off. If he is not wearing them on his face, he is either propping them on top of his head or crying and screaming because I took them away. Ahhh...the joys of the terrible twos.