We normally have James’ friend Sean cut Noah’s hair and he does a really good job. It always looks great and he is very gentle with the little guy. It has been such a long time since Noah’s last hair cut (almost 3 months) I decided to act on my impulsive nature and go get his hair cut with Hunter’s lady. I should have known it was a bad idea. Hunter even admits the only reason he goes to her is because she washes his hair 4 times and he has been going there for so long. Needless to say, it didn’t turn out well and I am pretty sure he will be scarred about hair cuts for quite a while. I didn’t see what she did, she said it was just the cold of the scissors on his neck, but I can’t imagine Noah freaking out the way he did if it was just a cold object on his neck. To make matters worse, the employees were trying to get him to stop going crazy so they took the electric razor and were pretending to cut a dinosaurs hair. That freaked him out too. Enough that when we were reading a book that night and I pretended to be a bee and buzzed and he grabbed his neck and said “boo boo”. Why, oh why can I not learn the lesson to not act on my impulses?
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