Today’s parenting lesson: it’s harder to cut a three year old’s hair than a two year old’s hair. Example A above – I didn’t choose to do this while sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen with the kid in my lap, fully dressed, because in thought it would be comfortable. Let’s just chalk it up as another one of those “do what you gotta do” parenting moments. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even think we’d get as far as actually trimming his hair since he had a meltdown when we first turned the trimmers on. I had merely resorted to YouTube as a way of calming him down (ok, and maybe showing him haircut videos from Sesame Street and the like) but I hadn’t expected him to agree to let me try trimming his hair following the earlier demonstration of tears. So when he did agree I was rather stuck as I was, having to seize the moment.
He was very good, if a bit sullen, throughout the haircut, but the bath after cheered him up, as did some TV in his PJ’s. He’s once again looking like a wee little hoodlum with his close cropped hair but it’ll have grown out again before I know it.