Sidamo had his first hair cut (at least while in our custody) yesterday. It was a disaster. It all started well, as you can see. He enjoyed watching other people getting their hair cut, and the very nice hairdresser even let him help her use the clippers on another boy's head. Seems like there's potential for some sort of a liability issue, but I guess the other kid did have the option of getting up and running. Once it was Sid's turn in the chair, it became pretty clear that's exactly what he would have done with longer legs.
The hairdresser tried to make him comfortable by showing him the fairies on the gown. That's when he started to get suspicious.
Panic officially set in when clippers made contact with head.
Once he started crying, we thought it might help if he sat on my lap.
That clearly didn't work—he scrambled to try to get to Daddy, so we gave him a try. Little improvement.
It was probably the fastest haircut in history, and the other patrons all cheered when it was done. Poor kid made quite a name for himself, but he did seem pleased with the end result.
Poor guy! I wonder if there are any supplements I can give him to stunt hair growth so we don't have to go through this very often.