I'm not saying it's a miracle that Jones got his haircut without pitching a fit yesterday, but ... IT'S A MIRACLE THAT JONES GOT HIS HAIRCUT WITHOUT PITCHING A FIT YESTERDAY!This is SERIOUSLY the first time he's done this, since his earliest haircuts. For the last two years, it's taken me, the barber, earplugs, and a shot of vodka (KIDDING) to get through a trim. Today, though, I reversed my strategy of warning him in advance and tried to just spring it on him.
Without any warning, we walked into Super Clips in Waynesville. Freddie, of course, took his cut like a man ... though he DID fall face first out of his chair (he was fine). Jones immediately got nervous with the typical, "Let's go home!" and all that, but I reminded him of Everest and her snowplow (from "Paw Patrol") that's been riding around in my backseat for about six months. I bought the bribe that long ago, hoping it'd convince him to control his fear.
It never has, until today.
I am beside myself.
And the cut is pretty cute, too!
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