Minifob got his first real haircut today.
See, his hair grows like fucking kudzu. We're talking a full inch a month, maybe more. It's no surprise, really; both my husband and I have relatively fast-growing hair, but I can get away with letting mine go for longer since I'm a chick, and Mr. Clod is capable of sitting still in a chair for a few minutes every month to get his hair cut. Minifob, not so much.
Up to this point I have been trimming his mop myself, but meeting with decreasing levels of success. I do have the skills to give a decent boys' cut, but only if he freaking
holds still. I used to trap him in the bathtub so that I could just take it slow, one snip at a time while he scuttled around, but nowadays he can easily climb out and run away. The last time, I got impatient and ended up making a couple of really bad snips, and his hair looked downright retarded. So I decided to at least try a professional, despite having very low expectations.
This place was just awesome. The seats for the youngest kids have full harness seat belts, so he couldn't get away. And even though he basically cried and thrashed the whole time, the woman was like
lightning, 2-3 minutes tops, and the final cut looks really damn good. His ass is going back there in another 4 weeks, you can bet on it.