Alice has always gone with us when Tom gets his hair cut.
The last time he got his hair cut, she spent weeks afterward telling me she wanted her hair cut.
“I need my hair cut, Mommy!”
I’m not really trying to let her hair grow out or anything…
It’s just that it’s so pretty! And cute! And I don’t think about changing it too much.
But she said, “I want hair cut!” so when it was time for another cut for Tom, I signed Alice up.
She was excited.
And then Tom got called first.
And for some reason, for the first time since his first cut, he wanted nothing to do with it.
He wasn’t being bad, he was just kind of…whimpering? Flinching? Acting TOTALLY WEIRD AND SCARY.
So then…Alice didn’t want to do it.
I asked Tom to please calm down (he did) and then I tried to convince her again.
It took a couple minutes, but then she decided she was ready.
She’d told me before she got there that she wanted the fire engine seat, and that’s exactly what she picked.
And then she just sat down there — and turned into a big girl.
Anything the stylist asked, she did.
“Alice? Can you please look down at you lap?”
Alice looked down at her lap.
“Alice? Can you please look straight ahead?”
Alice looked straight ahead.
She acted like she’d done it a million times.
She was SO proud of herself, you guys.
After it was over, she had the biggest grin!
She told everyone for days that she’d gotten it cut.
A couple days after her haircut, she accidentally got a teeny bit of her hair wrapped around a handheld fan.
So then I gave her a teeny, tiny second haircut.
She was proud of that one, too.