We take Dax to get his hair cut at a place called Cool Cuts 4 Kids. The best part about Cool Cuts is that Dax gets to sit in a little car and watch The Wiggles while he gets his hair cut. You'd think he would LOVE it there.
Not so much.
The first time we took him there he thought it was awesome. He was so excited about the toy trains, the video games, the cars, and getting to watch The Wiggles. He was all smiles until they wrapped that cape thing around him. That's when he lost it. Fortunately the woman who cut his hair was a saint whose ears are impervious to the cringe worthy screams of very small boys.
So the second time he got his haircut I asked the woman if she could leave the cape off. She looked at me like an arm had suddenly sprouted out of my forehead and informed me that, no, she couldn't possibly do that. She proceeded to drape my son in nylon and he reacted as expected by bursting into tears and trying to wrench himself free of the chair by clawing at my shirt.
A few weeks ago, while Dax and I were at My Gym, we noticed someone who looked familiar. After I chatted with her a bit I realized that she was the saint who had cut Dax's hair the first time. I made sure to get her name so that we could go back to her when the time came.
Tonight it was time. My son was starting to look like a very small hippy so back to Cool Cuts we went.
I think Dax remembered his last experience because he seemed a lot less excited about being there this time and when I lifted him up to sit in the small metal yellow cab he started clinging to me like a baby lemur.
I told Saint Sadie about my cape theory and asked if we could leave it off. She said of course we could and proceeded to cut his hair.
He didn't cry. Not immediately, anyway. In fact, he held it together very well until the tufts of itchy hair started to drop down the back of his shirt and onto his arms. Then he cried even harder than he ever has before. And the more he cried? Well, the worse it got. I mean, just picture it: hair + tears + snot = HORROR!
So, yeah. I was right about the cape. Unfortunately for Dax, though, next timne he gets a haircut he's going to have to do something he doesn't like (wear the cape) to avoid something even worse (becoming encased in a veritable cocoon of hair and body fluids).
Life is like that sometimes.
Posted by michelle at May 12, 2006 07:35 PM