There was a time, not so long ago, when Paxton absolutely HATED to have his hair cut. I felt SO bad for the stylist who had to face him, there is no way that they were taught to deal with a client like Paxton when they were in cosmetology school--NO WAY. Taking him out of the house for a haircut was likened to taking the dog to the vet for his neutering appointment (if we had a dog--Paxton was enough). It finally got to the point where Kurt bought a kiddie home clipper kit (we could spare the public from the ordeal, and the way he fidgeted during the trim, we could do no worse in the results department!)
His haircut before school started went so well that I was thinking a DNA test was in order to make certain this was really our kid! I'd been hinting for a couple of days that he really needed another trim that was met with "no, I don't need a haircut now". Tonight he was playing cars, stopped suddenly and approached me with "Mom! You need cut my hair now!". No need to tell me twice! He even agreed to cooperate with some pictures for the blog =)
3 comments:
Well, look at that brave child!! Too cute! Crossing my fingers that this new attitude sticks! :)
Hey! He looks great! WTG Paxton!
there is hope for me! I've been saving myself the embarassment for 2 years now. I'd love for someone else to cut B's hair. Cute head there Paxton!
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