The back of Harry’s hair was starting to look less cute babyish and more scraggly mullet, so we decided that it was time.
We went to a kids’ haircut place, rather than just a regular salon, because I didn’t know how he’d do, and I wanted stylists who were used to crying kids, in case that’s the way it went.
Luckily, it didn’t.
(My only complaint is that each station had a little TV, which I asked her to turn off.)
It was pretty long!
She gave him a comb to hold, and had him look down at a toy when she trimmed the back. He was such a good little sport.
We wanted to keep it long, so we just asked her to shape it up and make sure the back wasn’t so scraggly.
He didn’t even mind the blow dryer:
Such a little man:
Now on to the next adventure: