Something scarier than a vacuum cleaner…
Hi all! Well, some of you might be aware that my mom and dad both have attempted to trim my hair on previous occasions, but anyone who has seen me lately would quickly surmise that those trims were getting scarcer and scarcer. This is because I would scream bloody murder anytime my mom even tried to go near my hair with a comb and trimming scissors, and in fact I ended up nicked (to be fair, so did she) a couple of times, so she just gave up finally. Result? I had this cute sort of “Christopher Robin” ‘do going on, but the bangs were starting curl inwards and get tangled in my eyelashes! Something had to be done, so my mom finally bit the bullet and took me to a children’s salon nearby our house.
The people there were really nice, they had bright and noisy toys for me to play with, and they let me sit on my mommy’s lap the whole time. This did not comfort me one iota, and I basically squinched up my eyes and bawled for the whole duration. Considering that I would not hold still at all, my mom is very impressed how even my hair turned out! She had brought a camera with her to capture the big moment, but decided the trauma would be memorable enough, without the documented footage accompanying it. They did give me a neat little certificate with a lock of my hair taped to it, certifying that I had “endured my very first haircut” and was now eligible to return again and again and would be welcomed. Wait - does that mean I’ll have to go there again?!
Mom claims it was harder on her than me, but I’d argue that point strongly.
I did get very grinny and giggly at story time before my nap today…mom says it’s because I’ve realized I can see again…