Last week the time finally came to cut my son's hair for the first time. It was traumatic for him and I both. He had beautiful little curls (which my husband affectionately called "flippers" as somehow that was more masculine than curls). We got out the clippers and, as expected, the sound scared him. He cried. I almost cried saying good-bye to my baby. He now looks like a well-groomed little boy. Still cute, just so different! Two days I had to come back and trim up a few spots that I missed. He did a much better job holding still and there were no tears from either of us this time. Hopefully he won't be scarred for life!
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