We went to Pigtails and Crewcuts which caters to the younger crowd. Little E sat in a firetruck chair for his haircut.
As soon as the lady spritzed his hair, Little E erupted. He spun his head like the exorcist. The lady was remarkably calm. I tried to hold his head still so that she didn't pull a Van Gogh and take his ear off.
All of the other customers, moms and children alike, stared at my screaming baby.
I gave him animal crackers. Maybe this would soothe him. He jammed them all in his mouth simultaneously and then continued on his crying (and a little bit choking) rampage.
The lady kept asking me how much should she take off.
SHAVE HIS HEAD SO WE NEVER HAVE TO COME BACK HERE!
That is what I wanted to say.
Trim up his bangs, the hairs that are hanging over his ears, and the mullet in the back.
That is what I actually said.
What is the most startling to me is the striking personality difference in the Yoys.
As a baby/toddler, Big E rarely cried. He did cry when he fell off the train, but that was a major fall.
Little E cries all the time. He is so opinionated and has a bit of a temper, which I take no responsibility for. I am the most even-keeled person I know.
Big E sat perfectly still for his first haircut. He did not make a peep. He did awesome.
How can they have the same genes and yet be so different?
Little E: no longer rockin' Ralph Wiggum hair.