Bennett doesn’t have much hair – but it was time to trim it up. The back was fairly thick and had some good curl, it would also get nice and sweaty sitting in his carseat. The top of his head had a nice 4 inch comb over. It was so long – but so thin. I was done with the old man comb over so we took some clippers and scissors to it.
He screamed, and cried. We gave him licorice to keep him quiet but it didn’t work as well as we had hoped and before long he had thrown it down into the pile of his hair. He was clearly working through some emotions at the thought of losing most of his hair…the buzz of the clippers also didn’t help.
Once again- a shout out to the iphone for pulling through and documenting our lives!