As each week passes and our son’s hairstyle looks more and more like Donald Trump’s memorable mullet, it is obvious that he will need a first real haircut soon.
Technically, he has had a haircut. But that was at home, where he was distracted by family, and the cutting was done by his grandfather – someone he knows and trusts.
That was easy. A trip to the salon or barber promises to be much more challenging.
Like most toddlers his age (1 ½ years old), our son does not fare well with strangers and detests sitting still for more than a few minutes.
Last month we took him to a health fair where professionals checked children’s teeth, ears, and eyes. He latched tightly to his mother and cried when it was time for his check-up. He reacts the same during trips to the doctor’s office.
To say the least, my wife and I are apprehensive about bringing him to a place he’s never been, where he’ll be wrapped in a plastic cape, restricted to a chair, and a stranger will squirt water on his hair and clutch scissors near his head and eyes.