You would not believe the trouble we have had getting this one to the hairdressers (for hygiene reasons rather than aesthetic). He argued so much with the hairdressers that they left him with peculiar 1960s sideburns. We had to recruit a friend to be in attendance when we insisted they came off today. She did one side and I did the other. Of course he is lop-sided now. I don't really understand him at all. He will refuse 95% of all possible packed lunch on the grounds that other people will laugh at him yet will have golden long hair which makes everyone call him a girl. He will only wear 10% of any clothes offered to him (too itchy, too scratchy, for havintg pockets) and then only after they have been around for six months. When he decides to wear things then they get worn until they actually biodegrade. Who does it remind me of? Oh yes - his father.