It was starting to get really long, so I think I began incepting the idea of it (I love, love, love the movie Inception, brilliant) about a week ago, by negotiating with him the chocolate egg surprises he would get post the haircut. He slowly was on board with the idea. Sorta. Kinda.
This past Sunday night I decided to whip out those egg surprises. I gave it to him to hold, and said ok, we're going to get a haircut now, and after you can open them. I put him in the high chair, and while he ducked his head a few times while Ken was buzzing and cutting, he didn't cry. Just complained a little, but that was pretty much it. That evening he was the happiest kid on earth - surprise eggs, toys, chocolate - he was skipping to bed!
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