The Saturday after Thanksgiving we took Andrew to Snip-it's in Exton for his first haircut. That day he was not keen on taking a nap but we headed out anyway to what would turn out to be a scream-fest. We put him in the chair, he got his smock on, started to look a little nervous and when the lady came at him with scissors, he completely freaked. He reacted similarly to when we go to the doctor and he has to have his ears looked at; it was not pretty. Fearing that the stylist would take an unwanted huge chunk out or worse, cut an ear or other extremity, we thought that if I held him he'd do better. We were wrong. I ended up bear hugging him while he struggled, flailed, grunted and screamed the whole time. Everyone in the place stared. I made Duane take photos but really video would have been the better media for documenting the moment. :) Despite such conditions, she didn't do too bad of a job and as soon as we were done and out of the torture chair area, the little drama king Andrew was all smiles again.
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