So, our little Aidan boo got his hair cut today (finally). He's been pretending to be Donald Trump for quite some time now, and if we didn't get it cut today I was afraid he'd start running into walls. When I first told him he was getting a hair cut this morning, though, he wasn't too happy:
But he got over it. He had to. We were embarking on a journey... a journey to see if he had a forehead, that is! Anyways.. we got to Extreme Impressions, and he was a totally different child. He had never seen so many shampoo bottles or funky equipment before! Still unsure, he gave me one last model pose with long hair:
After Trey said, "Alright buddy, you ready for your hair cut?" it was smooth sailing! He put Aidan in his lap and we gave him a book to read and everything was fine & dandy! He looked like he'd been getting haircuts for years!
Now our Aidan looks like a new man (and a big boy!) and mama can stop panicking because he made it through it and still has both his ears! :)
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