Bad hay (hair) day?

At the Red Wagon Farm we went on a hay ride through the scary fields and woods. I took shots with no aim from my lap, of the landscape, the sky, my family and of the unsuspecting culprits who carelessly hacked this poor child's hair. They were on the wagon attached to ours, hiding their shame behind dark sunglasses. I imagine that one of the ladies held him down while the other one wielded the clippers.
Come on, do hairlines really grow like that? Bad Mama...shell out a few clams next time and let a pro do the styling.