My son has really beautiful, wavy, blonde hair. I don't know what genes we have to thank for that, but I'm a definite fan. However, it also grows really quickly. The ringlets are adorable, but since they tend to fall in his eyes, and make him hot, I knew it was time for a haircut. Even though this is always fun:
I think he spent an hour dancing in front of the mirror with his mile-high ponytail topper. These pictures are going to be so much fun in his later years!
When it was time for his last haircut, I went to the local kid-friendly shop in the mall. He got to sit in a firetruck seat and laugh at himself in the mirror, and he was having a great time- until the scissors came to the front. Then it was screams, and trying to jump out of the chair while the hairdresser held a pair of scissors a half inch from his eyes. I felt so bad for the lady, that in the end, I had to tip her 50% on top of the price of the haircut. So I walked out with a bawling child with a crooked haircut, and $20.00 poorer.
Thanks but no thanks. So I just pulled out my husband's clippers and 10 minutes later...
Swag. Major swag.
It's still crooked, and he didn't like the sound of the clippers, but I kept my $20. All in a day's work.