Haircut

I remember when we first started taking Joshua to get his haircut. It was not pretty. He was convinced  that the scissors were an alien weapon of mass destruction and that if he sat in that mysterious chair he was going to get his ears snipped off! We initially went to a lovely women that had a hair salon in her house which allowed us to help him work through his anxiety away from public scrutiny. After many appointments that involved bribing him with doughnuts, distracting him with toys or sometimes holding his arms across his chest while sitting on the floor so the stylist could use clippers to even out his hair, he now willingly climbs up into the barber chair. Perhaps the change in his attitude occurred when he realized the mysterious moving chair is fun to ride up and down. But I think it has more to do with his hope that on one of these appointments I will cave and allow him to get the mohawk he keeps begging for. As you can see from this photo, I did not give in today!

Mom