Haircuts are always such an adventure with the boys. Daniel doesn’t mind them. Luke hates them.
Daniel came home the other day and told us that he wanted a Mohawk. Oh the joys of Kindergarten. I told him that a little spike in the front would look good, but I wasn’t going for a full Mohawk. Well, today we went to get haircuts and Daniel plops in the chair and describes how he wants his haircut. He is his father’s son. I have to say, it turned out really cute.
When we were getting ready to leave, he ran back and asked Theresa (the lady that cuts his hair) if his hair would stay like this for tomorrow. I nearly died. J I guess I’ll be going out to get some hair gel.
Luke on the other hand, starting crying in absolute fear when it was his turn. I don’t know what got into him. He’s never liked a haircut, but that child was screaming his little head off. So, he had to sit in my lap with his blanket, paci and banana sucker. His shirt got so covered in hair that they had to take it off, which brought on another set of tears.
Here he is in all his shirtless glory- and his new cheese smile. His hair looks crooked, but it just needs a good brushing- which isn’t happening anytime soon.