Thursday, November 1, 2007

Lookin' Sharp

This morning I took Hank to a Kiddie Cuts place to get his shaggy hair in for a trim. Since Hank is deathly afraid of the clippers, the experience proved to be quite traumatic. I offered him all his favorites: chocolate chips, my keys, and my phone but he was too upset to be amused. The hairdresser let him sit in the airplane chair, gave him a toy to hold, and put on an Elmo movie but Hank just sat and sobbed. I felt like a rotten mother holding my son down while he got his hair cut, but, in the end, I think the result was worth it.

1 comment:

heathfield lane said...

when aaron and i were living in provo i had to do the same when he needed a hair cut. it got pretty long in between cuts. he is looking sharp.