I ensconced him in the highchair, emergency rations in hand, when I should have been packing for our trip to Long Island.
When I traded the camera for scissors and began trimming in earnest, he wriggled like a worm on a hook. My goodness, it was not fun, and my new goal became not to give him a cute haircut but rather to finish as quickly as possible, cuteness be darned.
Debbie was kind enough to document the mighty struggle. In retrospect, I should have asked her to pin down the worm, instead. Also, I look harried, sweaty, and frizzled because I was harried, sweaty, and frizzled. (Nothin' but the best for you readers.)
I knew there HAD to be documentation! Handsome boy!
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