Greyson's hair was getting a little grubby right before we moved so I decided to bribe him with a sucker, stick him in his highchair and give him a haircut. It was a little more challenging than anticipated. I ended up having to let Greyson out and follow him around the apartment while simutaneously getting hair everywhere which I have a hair fetish and can barely tolerate cutting in the first place. I cut Shane's hair and I swear it will be the demise of our marriage. Anyway, pretty immediately I regretted cutting Greyson's hair... he looked too grown up and it made me sad. I can't believe that I've already given him a second hair cut since.
Bentley was situated nearby for moral support... she is a far way from her first haircut.
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