We had hoped to wait until Junior turned two to get his hair cut, but at twenty months he was starting to look like a mad scientist. When he started pushing his hair out of his eyes the other day, I decided it was time to book at appointment. So we took him to Shiny Stars in Wimbledon this morning.
He chose the seat shaped like a Hummer (as opposed to the Mini Cooper, which was occupied, or the airplane) and held onto the gingerbread biscuit they gave him.
He was remarkably patient and cooperative, with only minor wiggling.
His only protest was due to the blow dryer.
But he seemed pleased with the product they put in at the end.
And he was very pleased with the plastic giraffe in the gift bag when we left.
His curls aren't gone completely, but he looks like a big boy now. I wonder if people will keep calling him a girl...
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