The hair was getting way too long. After naps it was a bird's nest, combing it out was a nightmare for everyone. We all knew something had to be done. But when?
On the spur of the moment, we decided to 'get 'er done". Mom arrived armed with pretzels, fruit chews, Teletubbies on the Ipod...
but still he squirmed and swatted at the scissors, until I sat him on my lap and pulled out the the big guns ....milk in a sippy cup. Nectar of the gods, it works every time. (A nimble fingered, lightning quick hairdresser helps too.)
Now our little boy actually looks like a boy! 
It's a little sad, I kinda miss that long hair.
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