While I've trimmed SoJo's hair in the past, it wasn't until this past weekend that he had his first full-fledged haircut.
And he HATED every minute of it.
My mother is one of those Jane-of-all-trades moms, who can bake a pumpkin cheesecake, sew you a Halloween costume, lift an adult out of bed to change a catheter (she's a nurse, not a freak!), and cut hair.
That woman has owned so many buzzers over the past 20 years that have gotten her through the crew cuts, mohawks, fades, you name it. So over the weekend, she brought her clippers to the beach house to give my dad a trim. And since I was about to start calling SoJo "ShagO", he desperately needed a cut.
Problem is, he's terrified of the clippers, particularly the noise, even though my mom was just using scissors on him.
That's my mom trimming and my dad trying to keep SoJo still. In retrospect, my mom should have cut my dad's hair after SoJo's, since he wouldn't have even realized the clippers were there.
But of course he made it through, with some effort and quite a few uneven sections of hair, which thankfully aren't noticable due to his thick locks. I would have liked to have trimmed up the back more, but we surrendered to the boy.
The funniest part? My dad has the same cut! Like a little boy's but gray and white. I couldn't get his photo though.
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