I just knew this would be easy. As you can tell, it wasn't. I took both the boys to Sports Clips on Friday afternoon for haircuts. Ben's shag was getting out of control and I had picked at it too many times with my own pair of scissors.
Thankfully, his hairdresser was fast and patient, as I held him down with all my might, praying she wouldn't clip his skin while he flailed in the chair. "I DON'T WANT HAIRCUT," he wailed. Pat went with me, and thankfully, she was able to catch this "precious" moment. These are the things we'll think back fondly on in 20 years, huh?
Meanwhile, his brother sat and watched football, so proud to be at the place where Daddy gets his hair cut.
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