Haircut Take #3

Jody and Harrison had a little "Daddy & Dude" day on Saturday while I was getting my hair did {& crying over Georgia's loss to Alabama}. The guys headed to Toys R Us, for a new toy box, had lunch at Burger King and made a quick stop at the Wal-Marts. Unbeknownst to Harrison, that last stop was to pick up some hair clippers {& shot gun shells.....when in Rome people}. Jody convinced me to let him have a shot at cutting H's hair, since the last 2 cuts didn't remedy his mullet situation. Lucky you, I photo documented the process.......

"Grandma....come quick! They are trying to cut my hair. You can find me hiding out in my toy box."

We coaxed him out of the toy box with the "C" word.....cartoon {works every time}

The hair cutting torture began and the cartoons were no use. I had to hold H's arms down because he kept trying to rip the clippers out of Jody's hand. It only took about 20 mins, and a few years off my life, but we were happy with the end result. So long mullet. Hello little boy!

Not sure if he was smiling about the completion of the haircut, the haircut itself or running around in his skivvies. I would like to think he felt a little lighter on his feet with the his new do, but I'm 99% sure he was just happy to let his skin breath. 

We rewarded him, for being such a good sport, with a little bike helmet before bed. What? This isn't your kids happy place? Weird.