Little Boys and Haircuts

The other day, Schwarzbeere and his family came for a visit.  That's always nice, we like when that happens.  Anyway, we were sitting around and it was decided that his middle child needed a haircut.  Since he expressed his willingness to let his Grandma do it, it was decided that right then was as good a time as any.  You know, "Why not now?", to quote someone else we know and admire.  

So Grandma perched him on a tall stool, wrapped him up in a towel to catch the hair and try to keep him mostly clean, and got to work.

You know how little boys are, they have trouble holding still.  That can make giving them a haircut a challenge.  But this wasn't the first little boy Grandma had ever given a haircut so she knew all the tricks.  She persevered and kept at it, despite all the wiggles, giggles, and squirms.  Pretty soon, the deed was done.

In the end, it looked pretty good.  Of course, it helped that under all that long hair was a cute little kid.  And he was pretty happy with the results.  But most of all, he was happy to be off the stool.