The boys experienced their first 'formal' haircut on Saturday. By formal, I mean, we paid for their haircuts at the hairdressing salon, over the usual me restraining them between my thighs and fighting for each strand of hair I can get my hands on. Not surprisingly there was a real difference in quality of the cut. Gone are the jagged crazy layers and lop-sided evidence of my hacking, and voilà the much less traumatic result of lollipops on the counter to ensure rewards for braveness and dvd player for distraction. Not sure why I didn't think of the dvd thing myself... not that that would have actually given me haircutting skills, but perhaps mine would have looked slightly less amateur.
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