I had been holding off on getting Isaac's haircut for as long as I could. Washing Isaac's hair is miserable, brushing it is impossible, and to really brush and style it on Sunday is a fight!
He usually wins, but I try!!
Needless to say, I knew taking him to get a haircut would be a NIGHTMARE!
Oh and it was...It truly was. He kicked, screamed and punched the entire time.
Of course Premier Cuts was having a sale for $6.99 a haircut so their waiting room was packed and it was a show for everyone to see. People were staring as I sat and held his head down while his legs were kicking every which way. He was bright red and sweating, I was sweating. However the poor lady who was cutting his hair was just taking her time, calm as can be. She could have cut his hair for hours. She was in no hurry. How does she do that?
I tipped her $5 bucks. I probably should've tipped her $10.
At the end of the haircut she smiled at him and offered him a lolli-pop. He gave her a dirty look as cussed her up and down. He didn't take her lolli-pop. I'm pretty sure he was telling her where to go. Good thing you can't understand a word he's saying.
Anyway, he gladly took the lolli-pop I offered him on the way out the door.
Oh, Isaac...what am I gonna do with you?
Doesn't he look older now? It's amazing what a haircut can do. It aged him like 6 months!