Last week I had to do one of my least favourite parenting tasks – taking Ollie to get his hair cut. It’s a traumatic experience for everyone involved. Him, me, the hairdresser, people waiting….even random people passing by on the street. That’s right, last week he screamed so loudly that not one but 2 separate people actually stopped on the street outside to look in and see what was happening.
This wasn’t his first haircut and it wasn’t the first time it’s happened. In fact, the last time he went it was so bad the hairdresser had to stop half way through, so he’s been wandering round with half a mullet for the past 3 months. We decided to just let him run wild for a bit but as he stopped being able to see without having his hair pinned back, I thought it was time to brave the hairdressers again.