Haircut
All went well… or at least, as I expected.
Kevin stayed at home most of the winter. That means he did not see many strangers.
Now that the temperatures raised, he is getting used to see strangers more.
We got to the place (beautiful place) for kids haircut called Snip Its. (http://www.snipits.com/)
He gets to his chair and the lady talks to him and he gets shy.
So far, so good.
Then she starts touching his hair, and he does not like it. But still ok.
But when she got the buzzer close to his head, all hell broke loose. He is now hating it, crying at the top of his lungs and the poor woman is trying her best to cut his hair in some shape that at least will not look like a drunk cut his hair.
And my wife is looking to see of the lines are equal, etc.
I am just holding him, hoping the wife gets happy before I go deaf on my left ear.
When we finish, he goes happy mode again.
Then he gets a diploma for his bravery. :)
And I am only thinking… at least this is only once every few months. But probably next time he will not be afraid anymore… or at least he will be able to talk and express his feelings…