As you can see, it was time. It was starting to naturally dread, primarily because someone wouldn't brush it. We call them dreadlocks, but Grandpa calls it a rat's nest.
Here is Mowgli, aka Johnny Tsunami, aka Samson, aka Wild Child, sitting in the chair at this fine institution. There would be a picture of the nice student Justin who performed today's honors, but somebody was embarrassed. I was lucky to snap this really quick before Wild Child shooed me away. No, he does not have his shirt on backwards or inside out; I think we may have finally outgrown that phase. This is actually a mirror image of W.C.
Ta da . . . the finished product!
Okay, Mom, you can stop now. You're interrupting Sponge Bob.