It was a regular Saturday afternoon for us. We had spent most of the day in Gymboree. He was in a happy-happy-joy-joy mood, more so when The Painter popped in at the center. He never goes, so Basti was so excited to see him.
Until. (Insert ominous music here)
I’ve been cutting Basti’s hair since he was 4 months old. We figured it was time he got a real haircut.
He seemed ok.
Being in his daddy’s arms did the trick. it was done and over with in a few minutes.
We figured he deserved some playtime with his cousins and a visit to Lola’s house (a.k.a. Let’s go grab some grub at my mom’s because I’m too lazy to cook and her food is so much better)
I hope the next time won’t be as scary. Great job, Basti!